Open Poetry #34 |
without moses |
Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
I carry brimming buckets of sunlight in the night with my hands over the top so none spills or even shows and I feel the warm under on my palms that love you when they climb the pole you gave me to get to heaven when you are entertaining others with the back bend bow and bosom full of crickets rubbing their legs when your eye music seeps from some egyptian windowless view of cypress trees entwined in a windless worship of pyramids playing tents over a one man army waving his sheathless sword ________________ dark |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
tried so to highlight one sentence, which turned into a paragraph and then the entire poem became my favorite...a love read filled to the brim with sensuous...kind, and caring. Thank you sir and a jolly good day to ya.... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I carry brimming buckets of sunlight in the night with my hands over the top so none spills or even shows and I feel the warm under on my palms that love you =============================== Among the kingdom of the winds ... |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
That was pretty cool, but I do believe if it hadn't been Moses it would have been another. This poem is cool. I kept expecting you to say something specific and it's like it left you hanging, wondering. Cool. -GIS Oh and I like your picture. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
when your eye music seeps from some egyptian windowless view of cypress trees entwined in a windless worship ~*~ There is sound in lines like these... a low, crooning, sighwhispersound... |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Beautiful, D!! |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
I just sit here and smile, and smile - and think the most delectable things - love this poem D and all the magic woven into it- Susan If I wander far enough, long enough, will I finally know . . . |
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