Open Poetry #33 |
awakened... .,... |
klm Member
since 2004-09-07
Posts 58New Orleans, Atlanta |
the weeping morning awoke me exposing mutinous leaves on naked limbs coiled with frayed strings cooly snapped by Autumn's waving kites. ...a train blew its only syllable nearing a near barren hill of arched dandelions coughing their appeal for squatter's rights to Winter's deed filed in my concaved pillow with unweaved dreams of desert ice... .,.... |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
enjoyed this read, my friend...jwesley |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
beautiful images here.. I can't believe this doesn't have more replies. bump All of my impurities are right here on my sleeve. This is Me"---Faith Hill |
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klm Member
since 2004-09-07
Posts 58New Orleans, Atlanta |
jwesley and temptress, thank you. kenneth The true poet writes to express, not impress. |
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Snow
since 2000-10-16
Posts 1170desert flower looking for rain |
arched dandelions coughing their appeal that's just an amazing line. i wish i thought of. concaved pillow with unweaved dreams sort of goes along with my thoughts lastnight. i really enjoyed this, kenneth. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
very well done, and good use of words, thank you for sharing |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
a near barren hill of arched dandelions coughing their appeal Poetry at its best. Love, Margherita |
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klm Member
since 2004-09-07
Posts 58New Orleans, Atlanta |
snow (you know), Lee J & Margherita, thank you all also. kenneth The true poet writes to express, not impress. |
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