Open Poetry #34 |
day 246 Visitor |
Krawdad Member Elite
since 2001-01-03
Posts 2597 |
Day 246 Visitor Better than the ease and the comfort of sleep is the hour before when she is here Warmer than a Greek Myth ought to be she soothes the cold day into a cold night and frees this constipated pen Like the sound of an ill wind in a hidden storm or in silence holding her breath she opens a treasure for me to choose from It is all possible now with no reserve and no demands and no reason to hold the ink But jealous of them all she always takes back those not laid to rest and in the morning they are all gone |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
yeah...*sigh* |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
nice |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
enjoying these sir.. the depths and insights as well as the talent itself.. |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
Bravo. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Gawd I'm enjoying these... Love the 'constipated pen' thought. Hugs & Such, Nancy ~ Time has cast a spell on you, |
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myheart Member
since 2004-11-05
Posts 160lost in your eyes |
Addicting is what your words are sir. ~myheart~ Love is the poetry of the senses. ~Honoré de Balzac |
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