Open Poetry #37 |
RESURRECTION BLUES |
shirtless Member
since 2006-04-29
Posts 359 |
in a riot of leaves in a cloud of exhaust you showed me three ways to get off a cross: like a thief like a thief and like a perhaps god now old friends see a phantom an old lover does too and I’ve lost whatever charm it was that got me to you but if this is just another cross I’ll be more careful when I choose until I’m god enough to handle these resurrection blues |
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Klassy Lassy Member Elite
since 2005-06-28
Posts 2187Oregon |
Very sad poem...achingly haunting in the vunulerablity and sting of the words you've chosen. The voice of experience leaves resounding echoes, which you have expertly penned here. Touching and beautifully done. ~ Karen |
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Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
I liked this very obscure yet obvious in content I went to the desert on a horse with no name, it felt good to get out of the rain. |
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majnu
since 2002-10-13
Posts 1088SF Bay Area |
well done. rythm and rhyme were on. -majnu |
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picturegramic Member
since 2006-05-16
Posts 112 |
I loved the rhyme and flow of this one! Deep down rhythm blues! Always enjoy your style. thanks for sharing, picturegramic |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
"now old friends see a phantom an old lover does too and I’ve lost whatever charm it was that got me to you" very good flow, I like this |
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