Open Poetry #33 |
Only an "I" |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
In a room up the stairs with a view of a hill and the sun setting off to the side there’s a bed and a desk, a woman in red, and no companionable silence coming up from the other rooms. But it’s not all quiet, there’s traffic about somewhere on the other side of cream painted walls and soft glowing lights in pretence of a romantic evening. She doesn’t know much except there’s no love and now there’s only an “I” waiting, just waiting, to die as time throws the minutes aside and follows it up with the hours. And then the phone rings, “Hey, ma, it’s me” … and that’s why she’s still alive! |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Yes, yes, thank heavens for children. 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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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Good Evening, Helen. Enjoyed your thoughts tonight. *s M |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Helen "She doesn’t know much except there’s no love" Isn't it nice to have a reminder now and then, that there is love? |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
nice |
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