Open Poetry #36 |
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Before the Flood |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Once upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered weak and weary Over many a page I’d written before, And as my mind was slipping I was brought alert by a dripping, T’is the faucet, I thought, nothing more, So I rose to tighten the grip To cease the steady drip, But none was there but the dry No drip evident to the eye. Alright so it was November Poe returns for me to remember, This eeriness had happened before; Perhaps it’s just memories sound And the dripping won’t be found, T’is imaginary and nothing more. But I had dreams yet to keep So I went then asleep Closing a red and tired eye All was safe and all was dry. Gloom |
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Midnitesun![]()
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
![]() That was just some gutter rainfall, dear man! |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
All was safe and all was dry. good thing but...now the rains come~~~ ![]() M |
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Larry C![]()
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Prof, Well now, I found your write a delight. It has all the details down to perfection. Thanks for this piece as I enjoyed it.Hope you're still dry when you wake. ![]() If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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