Open Poetry #27 |
Driftwood Splinter |
Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
A hinged stare, a voiceless word. An enclosed hand. Soft, driftwood splinter. Watching the moon fall from the highest point. Liquefying the stars, that cannot be attained. A backward tear, barren lips. Soft, driftwood splinter. |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Meghan - you know this reminded me of when I was at the beach with my son . . . He kept bringing me driftwood and I just stared at each piece realizing that is exactly what I am, what many of us are . . . a splinter . . . I see everything ina different light this . . . hit home today beautiful writing xxoo |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Kaoru Enjoyed the read. |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
A backward tear, barren lips did i mention you have a way with words? damn..btw yeah don't lose the piercings |
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Wind
since 2002-10-12
Posts 2981 |
heg Meg..enjoyed |
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brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
this is hushed and nice |
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