Open Poetry #36 |
vendor of mending |
Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
there were the warm songs of craving wrapped in handfuls and clutched to bosoms by a child in man skin they knew of his bones and the leather he carried like a cross on his back but it was only ink there that went through to his soul he said they were tomorrows in the backpack of his contemplation perfectly good, seldom used by the previous owners and they were for sale too just a moment was all they cost if any lady had a dime of time he would be their mending vendor _____________ daark |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
wow D~ just wow, I've got no words. and you know me, that don't happen often. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
but it was only ink there that went through to his soul he said they were tomorrows in the backpack of his contemplation perfectly good, seldom used ~*~ An eyeful of thought, here... Thank you, sir. . |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
I love this! Thank you for seeing deep into the soul and thoughts of this worthy and interesting man. I keep on saying this, but it keeps hitting me full in the face that you are indeed a wordsmith, a painter , sculptor, singer and crafter of words. The part I love the very most is: he said they were tomorrows in the backpack of his contemplation and then I love how you take the metaphorical and turn it into the literal with: perfectly good, seldom used by the previous owners and they were for sale too just a moment was all they cost if any lady had a dime of time he would be their mending vendor with a hint again in the last line of the metaphorical mixed with the literal. He would also be selling them the soul-satisfying rewards of their kindness and he would be mending them by turning their lives away from the material spoils of life for a moment. I also love very much: . . . warm songs of craving wrapped in handfuls and clutched to bosoms by a child in man skin Thank you for the pleasure of reading your art. - Owl |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
three amigas, you bless me with your touch here..thank you so much.. ms sunshine, you are a smile place, ms gs you warm the sides of my ocean window ms owl with your friendly feathers, you unravel the threads of my webweave and allow me to view through them the open ends of rivers thanks to you again ladies |
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