Open Poetry #23 |
Shepherdess (comments really appreciated, I'm still new to this!) |
ptwils165 Member
since 2002-11-29
Posts 50 |
A quarter to midnight, the ceiling stares back, locked in a pact with two crying eyes; staggering suddenly to a corner of space as a cheek punctures warm-dewed pillows beside. Ten past the hour, should be later than this when minutes of thought traverse hours of tears; silence rebounds across five solid walls as late-night radio clocks through the gears. Semblance of reason as I walk to the window, a dulled panoramic restoring the dark; pebbles glow orange down on planetary pavements- streetlights are stars too heavy to spark. The artist's survey broken by chill and a stumble as shadows turn back to the bed, the pulse suffocates to a regular count as a girl named insomnia rests in my head. [This message has been edited by ptwils165 (12-04-2002 04:12 PM).] |
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Sandpiper Senior Member
since 2002-06-15
Posts 738land of flora and fauna |
Excellent images and a peek into that sleepless haunting when time stands still--enjoyed! |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
I really enjoyed this Pete. A great read. Maree |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
This is fabulous, in fact I do this every night...smiling here.... I liked: "Streetlights like stars too heavy to spark." Very descriptive and talented, you are. Thanks, Pat ..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.. |
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whiskey
since 1999-12-28
Posts 1278Australia |
Very well done, Great imagery. I know exactly of what you write I suffer these things every night myself. Enjoyed |
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ptwils165 Member
since 2002-11-29
Posts 50 |
thanks to everyone for the replies so far - I found a typo just now, so that's why the post is edited! pete. |
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