Open Poetry #29 |
Laden ink never dries |
mysticpoe Senior Member
since 2003-02-28
Posts 883 |
You stretched outwardly those gray lined offerings with a terminal touch. But still I - , could feel - as those daily massages and conceivable tangibles - so known. With the evening paper you bring me – typed for all to see, wondering all the time this place we live in this note you wrote. Coddled and torn suggesting no end, and read. ……. So, when your feet crowd yesterdays concrete, and the laden ink never dries. You will be known for this life, and the reason, behind mine. If nothing is something then everything is our thoughts and feelings and all that exists. [This message has been edited by mysticpoe (11-15-2003 08:04 PM).] |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(sigh) Ink is not just what's in the pen, it is also what wells from within ones heart, the pressure of ones fingers, and wen ink is spilt, it can't be forgotten no matter how it is spread! (big hugggsssssss) God Bless You, sweet friend, this is deep and heartfelt writing, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet friend, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth |
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mysticpoe Senior Member
since 2003-02-28
Posts 883 |
Thanks Noah, as always. I see your HEART is filled with the right of way. God Bless you too my friend. poe If nothing is something |
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