Open Poetry #26 |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Harps and fingers longingly tell me that this woman's grace... Legs in spread of a cello traveling the lace and there is silence 'fore the sound lingering for more... Movement in an f sharp chord undertoned by minor tones in the liltingly of "e"... damp I sweat and tug the string praying to the disco light wishing that had I all night just to hold the simplicity flats and play of keys on black. damp I sweat and tug the string wishing now for anything but certainly, I'm played. [This message has been edited by serenity blaze (06-01-2003 12:14 PM).] |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Whoa That is a strong poem. But I like it. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Yes...some definite silence... with mouth agape in admiration... |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
the play of keys....... music to my eyes sweated and played then silence |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Sensual and strong. Very appealing! *smile* |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
K: you are the cello here . . . you became it - I can see it nearly you - - geez stop doing this . . . amazing btw always are xxoo |
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