Open Poetry #34 |
The Cleaners |
DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
We walked me with tightening feelings in a cold windswept day in a bay holding me taunt We rained pleasure driven by water sleeting down to a choice You felt too much harm had been done Scars on me are for telling Short-term memory going Too much drink No money No nothing but it was all legal And in the driving rain looking at you I went to the cleaners And still hung there For some ticket |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Interesting write, Dave, not knowing if being 'taken to the cleaners' in England means the same as it does in the US. Yet the write feels as if the meaning is the same. |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Interesting - all legal, but looking for a ticket I like pondering your word pictures - susan Every action generates a force that returns to us in like kind . . . let us choose compassion and love |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
Another fine read. :-) Within this heart you'll find love |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
too much drink no money yeah, I know about that |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
You felt too much harm had been done Scars on me are for telling Short-term memory going Too much drink No money Such a strong image and feeling you convey. It's as if reality's eyes catched my attention through the haze of a smoke filled bar. Love, Margherita |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Midnitesun When did it stop. Nowadays it is a fact of life and by Publicans and all other political parties. Susan Thanks Susan - I like writing them. On your signature we say - "What goes around, comes around". froggy You are too kind. I thought you had found a new pool. passing shadows too much drink no money Some of us are supposed to know better. Margherita Such a strong image and feeling you convey. It's as if reality's eyes catched my attention through the haze of a smoke filled bar. The haze of someone's mind was more the target. I haven't been in a smoke filled bar in years, the sinuses play up and 3 bouts of food poisoning mean red wine and protein every 3 days plus the anti-acid. Writing and poetry is writing about looking, understanding something, feeling you can interpret something into words that captures the image. Thanks everyone for your comments. Dave |
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