Open Poetry #33 |
Wine, Women, Song |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Wine, women, song, and the nickels and dimes don’t return with barrels of sense or proportionately mammoth interest on a too easy and simple investment. But the days and the nights both bright are flushed with the chase, the catch, and the brow at the front of the line sweats droplets of anticipation. And life is good the prophet said for to each comes the search, the feel, till the time to decide turns the dial to the lasting and meaningful. There it sticks like a sun dial gone wrong or a rain gauge turned upside down but the prophet won’t say, at least not today, whether rain is symbolic of pain and if dark is a thing of the past. And the prophet steps aside from the fray saddened inside by the numbing of tongue for to each comes the light when the timing is right and to each the pain till love tips the scale! |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
There it sticks like a sun dial gone wrong or a rain gauge turned upside down but the prophet won’t say, at least not today, whether rain is symbolic of pain and if dark is a thing of the past. Triple Wow... I don't know what to say except I really like your thinking! miscellanea |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks so much for the read and your kind comment. |
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