Open Poetry #38 |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state ![]() |
Out of the fold continued to multiply in city centers looks of anxiety greeted them as they answered with outstretched hands give me nourish me there was nothing to follow order rejection brought to street corners to do one thing with pet dogs free to roam detached from structures with words give me out of the fold, some well clothed dressed right to ask others impoverished others on the way to meet overcoats over pressed pant legs double breasted jackets around healed shoes as gold coin drop urbanized delight and a tattooed beggar stops to scratch for a light on the way to a diner today... he tries to make it some say he tried not to make anything.. |
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Nightshade![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Yet... some have entertained angels without even knowing. Interesting piece. Chris ![]() Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
good to read you Martin |
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Midnitesun![]()
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
SIGHING here, too many corners well done, Martin the portrait, the juxtaposition of the 'pressed' alongside the depressed |
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Justbleu Member Elite
since 1999-08-31
Posts 3329Oregon, Originally From Alaska :) |
Nice to see you....interesting....reread it a couple of times. I see them as I look out of the bus window and wonder who they are. Bridgette ![]() "Somewhere, somehow, it should be possible to touch someone and never let go again. To hold someone, not for a moment but forever." Andre Brink |
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