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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643
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The world A patchwork quilt beneath me Produces puzzle pieces, while Tiny movements create life Clouds of cotton silver and white Hug my wings, as I glide to my destination. Sleepy, my eyelids fall And my head gently rests against The window frame. Wind transparent, demands my ears As it sings and whistles the songs of home. Uncomfortable, my leg falls asleep Quick to reposition My foot Softly raps the old lady’s knee Startled her eyes burst open, Unfamiliar surroundings pass before her As her dreams lay themselves to rest. Sadden; her green eyes gaze upon me, while A slow smile appears as I apologize. Waving me off she slumps Little by little into her chair, when moments later A gentle snoring hums from her. Satisfied she is okay, I shift and grab my book Curling into the story my mind drifts And the images I read come to life While the world quietly Moves along, never noticing The plane up above. |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
I am glad that I went-a-lookin for more posts. Can't imagine why this should be hiding in the corner. The exchange with the elderly woman is quite good. Bob |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
"A patchwork quilt beneath me Produces puzzle pieces, while Tiny movements create life" Outstanding imagery. I was there.  "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643 |
Thanks... |
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