Open Poetry #24 |
Old poems |
bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Some of these are bones of mine, and not blood of heart. Some of these are past snatched dreams unresolved, asleep. Some of these are greasy mouths begging for new pens. Some of these are candle wax dripping in a lake. Some of these are floating by never to be claimed. Some of these are a new sky. Some have gone away. |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
Mike, I liked the floating by ones. An interesting write. Made me think. Warm regards, Pat ..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.. |
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EagleScorpion Senior Member
since 2000-03-08
Posts 1644Here, Now, Forever |
reading the old scrapbook? It's amazing what you can find in your old work that you never knew was there |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
just keep adding to your collection, like the texture of this |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Yes, Mike, it is interesting to read over your old stuff, isn't it? "Love makes the world go around" |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
they are all that and some...some are fodder for the worms... or at least mine are.. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Exactly, Cpat. Exactly. |
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