Dark Poetry #4 |
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Plum colored eyes |
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BrainMop New Member
since 2007-09-28
Posts 4 |
Dad always came home at eight. Dinner, like him, hot and ready. At some point you forget to care that daddy is home. The mother and wife of the house is already sulken and sloshed. Whymsical metaphors carried through the hall of how our hero conqured the day. He induldged in drink and sex as a KING should. The heir to his thrown.... hiding. His majesty was a king of wits he tinkered with nothing but when somewthing absolutley needed to be fixed he did it with a wrench. And so through these royal lessons I bowed before greatness knowing I needed to be fixed for I spilt the milk and again would wait till morning to see him off, blurry I hugged the king and smiled behind my plum colored eyes. |
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Seeker72 Member
since 2007-02-24
Posts 387Oregon USA |
That was good. Sad but still very good. |
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JenniferMaxwell![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2006-09-14
Posts 2423 |
Reminds me a little of Sexton's Red Roses for a Blue Lady. You handled the subject without going over the edge and that's not easy to do. Read your Summer on another site and enjoyed it. Hope you'll consider posting something in the CA forum some time. |
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BrainMop New Member
since 2007-09-28
Posts 4 |
Thanks for the read. I am really happy you enjoyed i will check and comment on your work |
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moondogz Member
since 2007-05-01
Posts 397Great White North |
BrainMop, heavy stuff...sad and painfully honest...very good. Thanks for sharing your poems with us on this site. moon. |
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