Open Poetry #35 |
concave clatter |
Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
tavern of ghostriders where leather dances with silver leaning women are olde worlde but wear young skin bosoms and the blue water has hands that knows the moon ball how the round is warm when the palms are empty there are no sleeves on the arms of the spirits their bones are bare but still they do not shiver stone mouths have spoken when the stallions galloped they made echo music and the riders were many for the reapers beguile ________________ dark (scribblenote: place down off hollow mountain road..longknife friendly) |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
if the weather ever makes up its mind...I will travel some back roads and let my eyes flow the mind. ( but I don't think the scenery is as wonderful here as there) M |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
and the blue water has hands that knows the moon ball how the round is warm when the palms are empty lovely! |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
DS "there are no sleeves on the arms of the spirits their bones are bare but still they do not shiver" Only you could know and express it this way. |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
I can feel the room, the ghosts moving about in their skin - will bring my bolo (wink) Susan If I wander far enough, long enough, will I finally know . . . |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Longknife friendly....and you should bring one, I assume.... ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
cool write |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
there are no sleeves on the arms of the spirits ~*~ No sleeves - but perhaps a bit of Spanish moss... for that is what I felt as I ducked underneath the waterfall of these wonderful lines... |
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