The Picture and it's Frame

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Open Poetry #27

The Picture and it's Frame

Kaoru

Member Elite

since 2003-06-07

Posts 3892
where the wild flowers grow

0 posted 2003-07-12 12:38 PM

The picture seems so dull, dreary
in my frame of mind.
Fabricated fairytales
to lull us into sleep.
You whispered, kiss on my forehead..
Your caress lies where all of my
good memories are kept.

When the sky is overtaken
by rainclouds,
tip-tap on my window I
remember you..
Telling me not to fear thunder,
for lightning is far worse,
though silent.
Was it you that held me?
Warmth, no blanket of stars could
match yours.
I weep on that bed where I hover,
grasping onto
the picture.

I can't wallow in this town,
ghostly rays of light attach to my
sunglasses.
The morning is poison on my
skin and I wait for today
to begin again.

The picture just
doesn't fit in my frame
of mind.

passing shadows
Member Empyrean

since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

1 posted 2003-07-12 12:39 PM

awesome!

what a punch! great stuff!

Goodknight
Member Elite

since 2002-06-15

Posts 2386
Ohio, USA

2 posted 2003-07-12 01:16 PM

your write so powerfully - loved this - Paul

Margherita
Member Seraphic

since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

3 posted 2003-07-12 01:19 PM

Remembering ... beautifully and powerfully.
Love, Margherita

Wind

Member Elite

since 2002-10-12

Posts 2981

4 posted 2003-07-12 06:57 PM

Hey Meg, I loved the way this all fit together perfectly. I have trouble doing that sometimes.

If art is still inside, I feel it
-Aaron Lewes

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