Open Poetry #36 |
Hideaway |
Stinky Twinkie Member
since 2002-11-26
Posts 204Dinwiddie |
Past a willow grove a charcoal colored shack in a fold in the tapestry A hideaway according to a mythic soundtrack Where plots and schemes combine with dreams woven and then sewn through a sliding window up from the gutter into a world of its own where the branches engulf the ivy attacks you can barely see the charcoal colored shack A million miles from anywhere a fold in the tapestry a crease in the quilt on the bed in the shack where the hideaway's built |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
now I'm going back to read it outloud |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
sounds like a place to go, for sure |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Enchanting !! Much enjoyed. Chris Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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