Open Poetry #28 |
Reach |
1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
Reach I sit silently as this crayon heart melts under rays of hope color meant to be satin ending up a puddle it is not too late no lines have been drawn reach dip in and we will join as one finger painted across the sky "I am living a life, i have no wish to live. How did this happen?" Unknown |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Oh...I wish I had a flower I could hand you. *smile* |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
will join as one finger painted across the sky Love this! hugs, Chris |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
I never thought getting my hands dirty would feel this free. |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
I know what Icy means... Is it me or does that picture just FIT the poetry?? I loved it. Susan |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
You could make an artist out of any man, IMHO. I've missed reading you. If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Pretty....I can just see this, and your words make me want it. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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