Open Poetry #37 |
warmth |
joseph New Member
since 2006-05-11
Posts 2 |
The sun radiates from the sky, toasting my back like, bread in a oven. The sky a brilliant blue, a zephyr carrying a mist of, hot refreshing water. Laying on my back, on the tickling grass, The color of water melons. The final hours wrap me, in a cool touch, It wisps me to sleep. |
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Clang Member
since 2005-12-15
Posts 222 |
Welcome to Passions. I hope you find here a place that you can call home. This is a great first post. Keep 'em coming! Quirks make us interesting! |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Welcome to PiP! Please check your email for a special greeting. |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Last stanza was my favorite.. Welcome to Pip! "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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sim0riah Member
since 2004-09-07
Posts 253Wyoming USA |
Very nice and Nice finish Welcome Rich |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Joseph~ Welcome to PiP ! A lovely, lovely penning~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~ |
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S Arthur Grey Senior Member
since 2001-03-19
Posts 719woven by a poet's loom |
Welcome! I like this style. Hope to see more. |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Welcome to Pasion's !! Much enjoyed your first post. hugs, Chris |
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