Open Poetry #33 |
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A lonely place of Peace |
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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
Sweet dance of sunlight bathes her shoulder, allow me a moments pause to gasp the failing sight. My eyes cannot forgive themselves the loss of interaction, a testament to the miles I have walked. Waters last spray finds my face yet does not quench the thirst I have for the simple thing, called forgeting. A life lost for nothing, but the tender grasp of the hand as his soul leaves me. What I came for was an ideal, a shame I have none of it left as I want my dreams to reinvent my mind, but the horrors I see surround me. Dark eyes stare, she wraps herself hiding her body and face in arabic wonder, stands to leave, a pause. Sweet dance of sunlight bathes me as the pain of the bullet brings me home to dance in freedom. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
very powerful write...well done |
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MGROVES![]() ![]()
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
interesting |
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Midnitesun![]()
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
I'm not sure if I'm reading this one right, but it sounds like the 'speaker' may have been a soldier sent home after being wounded in battle, and is recalling the feelings and scene that surrounded him as he held the hand of one who didn't make it. But then I also thought about two people, whose love had died. whatever the story and intent, it is a poignant write |
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