Open Poetry #34 |
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He's 21 |
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b.costen Member
since 2003-11-02
Posts 107ontario, CAN |
He’s 21 And still thinks his mom Could die out there Not make it back home Still thinks that Trees grow out of the earth Not into it Doesn’t know earth has to hold them down That the sea is earth Without its hands tied That there are unpruned fields In women that men could still settle in He still thinks that picking at it Makes it bigger, that leaving it be Is a way out instead of a way in To his own heart Still thinks that leaving his Door open at night invites fire Instead of the four women Who talk about him on The elevator who say he’s cautious Because he always waits for them With his finger on the button But the women are cautious too They only begin on their own floor And the grates are stuffed with fresh white towels |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Excellent! |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
I like your view of things - interesting perspective - I enjoyed this That the sea is earth Without its hands tied these two lines especially - kewl ![]() Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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