Open Poetry #28 |
It rained. We walked... |
Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
It rained. We walked. Your hair was getting wet. I breathed its scent. We shared a cigarette. God, politics or Hermann Hesse, -- I loved your voice. We were together. I was blessed and I rejoiced. I held your hand. How fragile was your glove! I was naïve and I imagined this was love... Check out my poetry here: http://www.unknownpoets.com/db/authors/master [This message has been edited by Master (08-14-2003 02:22 AM).] |
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whiskey
since 1999-12-28
Posts 1278Australia |
I enjoyed your poem alot was simple yet interesting Julie "Dont cry because its over, smile because it happened. " |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
ain't it just like that? sigh |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
I like this, Master. It's tender with hints of sadness. I've always liked your work. Core |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Like this...you can hope its love...James |
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angelblueyes Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2148Oklahoma |
This was good with a touch of sadness.It might be love. angelblueyes |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
a perfect line..."I was naïve and I imagined this was love..." nice to see your word Maureen |
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