Open Poetry #21 |
Unconscious Dancers |
mable_sue Junior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 25Iowa |
Unconscious Dancers I watched you sleep the other day. It was late afternoon. The sun was still creeping through half-opened blinds leaving you with only striped warmth. I wondered if you unconsciously noticed the dust particles mischievously dancing around your nose and prickly chin. Oh what fun they must’ve been having as your nose breathed them in and shot them back out to dance again in the sun’s fading rays. You turned then, using your left hand to swish at your nose moving the dancers to your sun striped back joyfully rolling to your heavy, slow breaths. I watched the dancers that afternoon frantically playing around your beautiful sleep. You were the stage for an exquisite performance. |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
a unique look mabel sue enjoyed this BS. I never aimed at reality; I aimed at truth. --Orson Welles |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Awesome poem. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
See? About that time, I would reach over to tickle the stage awake.... |
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Neeraja Senior Member
since 2002-06-22
Posts 812The Netherlands |
What a sweet...cute poem! Neeraja |
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