Open Poetry #34 |
these dead night hours |
inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
Dismissed at the gate, the abandonned one sews herself along the ruffle of white, waivering on the breath of a candle, she clings to the respite of blackness, shying the burial of the sands, seeking resurrection within a sweep of the undercurrents, with eyes above, she awaits her lover's return to fade these dead night hours. [This message has been edited by inkedgoddess (11-08-2004 08:09 AM).] |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
some neat spirtual undertones revealed during those dark hours...good write |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I know how she feels |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Michele, I do not believe I have come across more beautiful lines: waivering on the breath of a candle, |
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