Open Poetry #30 |
December morning (revised) |
Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Black, gray and white, like a daily paper, carelessly crumpled, and thrown to the street, the sky was reflected in the cold, puddled pavement. People stepped on the clouds with negligent feet. Today, the morning seemed strangely enigmatic. Snowflakes were scattered on bushes and benches. Like some lunatic lover, passionate and fanatic, the wind kissed the downcast faces of strangers. Check out my poetry here: |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
yes...good revision |
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Masked Intruder
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Senior Member
since 1999-05-23
Posts 1231Near golden sunsets |
creates such a sad picture. great metaphors. |
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