Open Poetry #30 |
Quick One in a Slow Place |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
The wind catches my collar And slips down my spine Chills skin into a pallor And chips at my mind Too cold for the thinking Weave between frozen ponds To a place of slow drinks With warm stool to sit upon. At first it’s almost tasteless But warms the insides With a glow in the darkness As it gently there does ride Then walking off now bold Coat tightly wrapping me Against the onslaught of cold Hurry off to elsewhere be. Stopping to taste a Wild Irish Rose Pausing to escape winter wind blows Gloom |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
well done Proff. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Gloom -- I drink in your libation as you make admirable recitation and wonder what it'd be like to be where you were that night...........BEEEEwell! |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
Bracing! |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Excellent Professor. Very much enjoyed! Hugs~ ~Let peace begin with me... |
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Sadelite Member Elite
since 2003-10-11
Posts 2519 |
P.G., "And slips down my spine Chills skin into a pallor And chips at my mind" This sends chills, and I feel the chisel chipping bits Your words are always placed with such care to give just the emotion you desire. What a master you are. You continue to amaze me. After re-read, I just had to comment on this part--I liked how you showed the fortitude to grow. " At first it’s almost tasteless But warms the insides With a glow in the darkness As it gently there does ride Then walking off now bold" Merry Christmas. Sadie [This message has been edited by Sadelite (12-20-2003 09:50 AM).] |
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