Open Poetry #28 |
Windowpain |
Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
Windowpain Colours pretense paints the prince golden road paved through frame, and I, hands open high bend into his save. But, this is just illusion and fate has not yet bestowed upon me the wings of a butterfly. Regret pales this kaleidoscope of life as I am surrounded by the hands of a thousand clocks ticking on my soul that "too late" is fast approaching. My heart has too many blank pages from books I never sought to read like an unopened window of opportunity made from fragile eyed glass ready to shatter without warning from tears that smear the windowpain. By Melissa Long-Monette |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
"My heart has too many blank pages" melissa how you write me...hugs |
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Kahlil Senior Member
since 2003-04-12
Posts 1881 |
Seeing through the window to your pain, as you've described it so well. And I just want to say I appreciate how well you've written about it. ~K~ |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Colours pretense paints the prince golden road paved through frame, and I, hands open high bend into his save. Hmmmm, this awful pretty and so nice to read, as is everything that you write~ Much enjoyed~ |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
damn..aches it does |
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