Open Poetry #27 |
Sans Fantasy |
Kahlil Senior Member
since 2003-04-12
Posts 1881 |
Perhaps it was the morning sun or the way the breeze fluttered the curtains into the room creating my mood and stirring my desire for something over the edge It wasn’t a face or a memory not a wild dream only me on the edge there in the fluttering breeze Billowing then and crashing waves heard the birds sing and the bells ring stolen moments in my room over the edge without a fantasy |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
This is just..exellent. Loved the style. |
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garysgirl
since 2002-09-29
Posts 19237Florida, USA |
Billowing then and crashing waves heard the birds sing and the bells ring stolen moments in my room over the edge without a fantasy This is an excellent write. I enjoyed reading. "If I know there's no possible way I can change something....I push it to the back room |
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Kahlil Senior Member
since 2003-04-12
Posts 1881 |
thank you. sometimes facing reality feels good... |
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peppermint35 Senior Member
since 2000-05-28
Posts 1106Texas, USA |
Lovely bit of reality then Enjoyed this very much. Pepper |
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