Open Poetry #37 |
January Beachcombing |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
She walks sand Barefoot toes spread and twist touch In wetness And coarseness Over there where the sea spreads, There smoothing And here soothing The sadness that fill too much, Ocean spray Wash away Cleansing now that sorrow sheds. She walks sand And dreams of holding his hand. Gloom |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Oh I loved this one PG, very different from you, and from such an interesting perspective of the lonliness and hope that few men could write about this well. |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
Moving. Good piece of work. |
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RedStoneEB Senior Member
since 2003-06-08
Posts 772uk |
reminds me of walking on the wet sand and the footprints leave behind an impression something was there then it fades over time abit like the mind on memories |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Professor: You have written many wonderful poems... and I'm sure you'll grace us with many more. But... I'm not sure any of them will ever touch me the way this one did.. The sorrow and dreams of this January take me into each word... and take this poem into my library... to be treasured. I thank you! |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Oh my..a beautiful keeper of a piece. So delicately crafted and much enjoyed. Hugs~Nancy In the midst of winter, |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
and now what a lovely surprise this is... May I upgrade you to Professor Melancholy? |
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