Open Poetry #37 |
Ivory Tunes |
Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
I know ivory either to hunt or to play and the keys of my existence are not found in the tunes I warble where brass goblets dribble sour wine and some people move to a different beat, a bump and grind, ground down And ivory sings, smooth whiteness bears witness to the cruelty of man no greater than the cruelty of woman who wears soft hair, draped like a chestnut canopy over ivory shoulders with liquid crystal eyes made perfect by laser precision Showing ivory passion untouchable, like her glinting from behind swollen ruby treasures slightly ‘twee’ I thought but righteous so very righteous in this place where sinners, and hunters of ivory lay claim for a night, or an hour. Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Showing ivory passion... this, you did. Kethry...it is SO good to read you again! Welcome home. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
And ivory sings, smooth whiteness Yes... it does... and once heard, the melody can never be forgotten... it resonates within a heart forever. Beautiful write!! |
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