Open Poetry #33 |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
tiptoe water no shoes trickle step slippery rocks under the evergreen mischief is wrinkle nose and finger ends that play there where the shadows shiver sun closes her eyes and pretends not to see but through finger trees she peeks and sighs and has blush on her skin it is too late to cover now but my hands will try in slow motion accidental til she dances damp her dawn ____ Dark [This message has been edited by Dark Stranger (09-27-2004 09:04 AM).] |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
mischief is wrinkle nose and finger ends that play there where the shadows shiver sun closes her eyes and pretends not to see but through finger trees she peeks and sighs I think you ARE mischief defined Dark, and I love how it lingers on the end of your pen. Morning hugs. The greatest beauty on earth, is |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Ooooh, Donna had such a good reply - yes Dark, you are mischief, and so delightful. 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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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
enjoyed |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
It was a gorgeous dawn here as well... enjoyed this, Sir. |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
you hide in subtle but also manage to burst through. Lovely poetry, Sir Stranger. All of my impurities are right here on my sleeve. This is Me"---Faith Hill |
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