Open Poetry #37 |
Bone and Stone |
Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Bone on Stone We are the bones that talk to stones An orchestra of instruments Moans and groans of testosterone That sound within times increments We are the heaves of life’s conceive Those dance the notes that play the fife Who mark the stones with I believe And live the hours of our life The life we live may seem unkind We often walk a beach of pride We think we see but we are blind No matter where we cannot hide We often wish a life of dream A world beyond, another door A fantasy a wish of seem A world in store of evermore But can we go where we don’t know For that is what we’re here to sew |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
"We are the bones that talk to stones..." This opening line speaks volumes Sy. I studied a bit of geology. I think I know the connection. believe in what your heart feels... |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I so enjoy your sewn keepers... |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
always worthy My spirit will rise |
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Kristabell Senior Member
since 2003-11-29
Posts 678Portland, OR |
Good point! I agree with you there. Nice Write, Kristabell |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
scorpio Yes you do. thank you. Sunshine MGROVES Always a delight to see you here. Kristabell Kind of you to take the time to read and comment. |
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