Open Poetry #23 |
An image of LAX in winter |
bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I can taste the heated wait where winter does not follow autumn; the weather here does not touch in fragile crystals, wet remains. With every call, my love, we wait. Breath is one unsubtle countdown. The edge of tears, who ever knew their remains would spread reminders? My room is cracked now at its base from a temblor (I was away). But give us a moment alone, to wait. Another will come. That always remains. The plane will be pregnant with standing lines teeming to escape the earthbound tarmac. Passengers will walk their cases inside. I will wait, for you to remain. |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Cool poem Cold hands means a warm heart |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Michael, this is beautifully written. It has a twinge of sadness in it to me. Thanks for sharing. Love To All, Ethel |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
amazing Mike..... Lauren~ Deep inside the stillness |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
I can always expect an interesting write from you that has me reading it over again. This was no exception. EA |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"The plane will be pregnant with standing lines teeming to escape the earthbound tarmac. Passengers will walk their cases inside. I will wait, for you to remain." Excellent write Mike. Much enjoyed the read.. Love the above stanza. ~Hugs~ ~ Time has cast a spell on you |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thank you. |
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