Open Poetry #22 |
Wartime captive |
jellybeans Member Elite
since 2000-10-13
Posts 2298 |
She is the center of the storm just before the rains come. To look at her is to find no clue of the surrounding ravage. Calm. Hollow. Devoid. Adversarily bound by the lack of divorce, captive, until the fortunate finds death. The walking dead breathe by habit, not desire; she waits for the day she doesn’t. [This message has been edited by jellybeans (10-04-2002 02:42 PM).] |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
perhaps she should instead look for the way she could live today... love the verse... grim, terse, with strong imagery.. hugs for the pain my friend... |
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jellybeans Member Elite
since 2000-10-13
Posts 2298 |
thank you kind sir....I am sure she will be better soon, writing it out helps, I have heard |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
What about those of us who can't breathe without coughing? Noisy LONG wait. *S* This is life at its harshest, void of pretty trappings, empty of reasons to keep trying... and absolutely excellent. |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
"The walking dead breathe by habit, not desire;" succinct, well written, fine use of language, miss poet.. your writing gets better each time i read you.. it's been too long.. hope you are well |
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jellybeans Member Elite
since 2000-10-13
Posts 2298 |
well lady, I hope day by day the coughing gets better....thank you for your comments doreen, thanks for stopping by...and well have been better, and will be again I suppose....thanks again |
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