Open Poetry #26 |
screaming dandelions and goddesses |
bklynboy Senior Member
since 2002-12-15
Posts 660florida |
song of spring time to sing, she wants to trample through pristine green, pawns of lawns manicured, dandelions dots weeds come screaming thru the rocks, graffiti on the subway door, next stop, brooklyn hoyt and schermerhorn, where homeless sleep the winter's dawn, silent shadows croping up, reminders, blinders cannot stop, unpretty truths come gritty and grey heads in the sand but injustice weighs, look at her shouting she's so vane, insane wants to fly like a goddess but truth comes with rain, in threats to strip her long blonde mane her fear to be normal ordinary andplain |
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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
Interesting post. "Look at her shouting she's so vane, insane" Maybe 'vain' is what you need here. |
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Justbleu Member Elite
since 1999-08-31
Posts 3329Oregon, Originally From Alaska :) |
You paint terrific pictures here.....An interesting write. I do hope to read more!!! Bridgette "Somewhere, somehow, it should be possible to touch someone and never let go again. To hold someone, not for a moment but forever." Unknown |
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bklynboy Senior Member
since 2002-12-15
Posts 660florida |
Thanks so much for the replies and encouragement. And I am vane,,,,,insane,,,,inane,,,,,but not profane! |
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