Open Poetry #27 |
Calligraphy |
Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
Candy flavored, purple lip-gloss. My tongue cannot resist, licking the aftertaste from my lips. Watering flowers, beware of the locusts. Another hum-drum day, the temperature sifts. A desk collects ash from my cigarettes. Boring morning, breathlessness. A dollar blows in the wind, restless. A rose falls from it's stem.. |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
very nice write n read,, |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
A desk collects ash from my cigarettes. Boring morning, breathlessness just that kind of day *bump [This message has been edited by Aenimal (07-30-2003 09:07 PM).] |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
and damn if life goes on and on and on |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Hey Kaoru - you must watch "Dog Day Afternoon" , Al Pacino, Sal Marino the mundane becomes the inevitable as you have written xxoo |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
"A dollar blows in the wind, restless. A rose falls from it's stem" Beautiful... Susan C. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
sometimes "boring" is a welcome... *s M |
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