Open Poetry #32 |
Scorpio |
IndigoEve Member
since 2003-01-10
Posts 279Etched in the illusion of time |
And we turned to the moon, unrecognized one word spilling you hesistated when reaching hide tide, unlovingly, I was stopped by inertia I whispered to you. "What is it?" "A sign, a premonition." you shudder again I can do nothing but soothe you with my own disease "Of what, though?" "I am unsure." As you always were. If I were to touch you, would you bleed a velvet river, running miracles through the sodden ground? --Moi |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Sometimes it feels just like that... not knowing if one is enough and the premonition that we've already spoken the truth. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Very good conveyance of those feelings in so few words -- I liked the way you did this in conersation style. |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Interesting, and very emotionally expressive. Sandra |
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