Open Poetry #32 |
Summertime |
Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
Summertime and women hang their clothes from the fire-escapes of red-brick buildings. I have learned to love this city's prose staring at them from the street and shielding zealous eyes from blinding rays, as I walked to school and took in all the splendor. Wearied, aged, and powerful, and tender, -- those were merely angels in the sky. Check out my poetry here: http://www.unknownpoets.com/db/authors/master |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
I like seeing summer through your eyes -- enjoyed very much! ....jo |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
expressive write |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
You've always had an artist's eye -- I'll bet you could paint that picture on a canvas just as easily as poetry pours out. Love that last line! Corinne |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Enjoyed this. I can picture the sight. Susan Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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