Open Poetry #22 |
Through the Mirror |
Masked Intruder
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Senior Member
since 1999-05-23
Posts 1231Near golden sunsets |
I found him buried in blue Blisslessly buoyant in a cup half gone His eyes were lost in unseen clouds Lines tracing pain across his face The cup swirled once and twice in speculative motion, frothing and sinking, the memory sipped away in timely disgrace. I turned away as he lowered his head with tear-shook irresolution And I waited for the grief to seep into the musty, bar-darkened air. At last, he raised his head to look into my own tear-glazed eyes. With a single understanding nod We both reluctanly rose and crawled home. |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
artfully woven save for the 'tear-shook' seems that it should be 'tear-shaken' It is an extremely clear view of an ill-fated attempt to dull the pain. Good job. Whether on the shoal or on the shore, |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
many would just as well drown their sorrows rather than face more blatant truths...that comes through here very well |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Well expressed expressions Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
I saved this in my favorites apparently because you are an awesome poet! Loving this again, M'Dear Masked one. Love ya..misting ya. *Jenn* "two hearts will build the foundation for one point of light |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
An interesting sketch. Drowning sorrow with suds, a very common sight, unfortuantley. Well done, masked man. |
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