Open Poetry #28 |
Crushed (my 100th post) |
IndigoEve Member
since 2003-01-10
Posts 279Etched in the illusion of time |
spindling stems fragrant roses sun light pours over their broken bodies crushed. 'tween the pages of a picture book opened. remembered by my gentle fingers watching as the petals rift and tear 'neath my touch reminiscent of my tingling heart brown eyes staring transfixed into the sky enraptured though the days of summer fade still lying still surviving and I burn my soul to be scattered as incense twixt the trees I am sweet briar tea rose royal sunset that climbs the walls of your love rejected. crushed. let me become those petals and reside amid yellowed pages of a picture book forever. For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.--"Romeo and Juliet" [This message has been edited by IndigoEve (08-18-2003 11:10 AM).] |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
lovely thoughts and words...a gentleness to them *s M |
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Opeth Senior Member
since 2001-12-13
Posts 1543The Ravines |
I get the vision of a person who wants to be with his/her lover for such a long time that the memory endures forever in a photo album. The beauty of nature, such as in flowers, even as they are crushed and have faded over such a long period of time within the album seems to be in symetry with the subject matter. Am I close? |
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