Open Poetry #37 |
She Came |
Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
She came from the haze that cloaked the curves of sheer. Catching my breath, calming the tremor of my hands and wiping the blur from eyes wide, staring as a mouth caught flies. A dream perhaps, one played over and again, as the record skipped in an endless circle...and then. The touch, light upon the arch of one’s back...tracing curves around minute droplets of sweat....a sultry night....slowly cooling, slowly waning as dawn awaits. And now, even now, after the sun has sought the eye, touched the end of a sleeping arm...rustling the murmur...before the sigh and tear that followed....again, again. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
And now, even now, after the sun has sought the eye, touched the end of a sleeping arm...rustling ~*~ So, where? Where is the novel that these tenders belong? It is time, Sir. It is time. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Barry..listen to Karilea. She is right you know. The time is now. Love this piece sooo much! Hugs~Nancy ~ Trace my body with your words, |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"She came from the haze that cloaked the curves of sheer." Oh my... it's lines like these that leave me shaking my head in wonder. |
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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
This is very good! And I like the imagery in this poem! |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
Powerfully written Barry. And I agree a novel is within your grasp. believe in what your heart feels... |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
A dream perhaps, one played over and again, as the record skipped in an endless circle...and then. The touch, light upon the arch of one’s back...tracing curves around minute droplets of sweat....a sultry night....slowly cooling, slowly waning as dawn awaits. And now, even now, after the sun has sought the eye, touched the end of a sleeping arm...rustling the murmur...before the sigh and tear that followed....again, again. perfection...bittersweet moments bending us to our knees, so good and your words, outstanding! |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
The words tangle you in the mind, and you come to the end like rising from a dream you dont want to end..fine writing...enjoyed so much..thanks.. Goldenrose. |
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