Open Poetry #38 |
One End |
Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
One end where a pointed stick pokes the eye and a drum plays on into the late hours as a moth chases the porch light. The middle A place of neither friend or foe. Where a cast die lies dormant and a crescent moon wanes on the far horizon as a carosel goes round and round. The End where a pause is heard in the silence and a tail drags. And a flattened can slides into the gutter....guzzling a stale beer with pretzels that had seen their last twist. |
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Will Rhyme Member
since 2006-05-22
Posts 149 |
Cool Man! Loved the last stanza. Will |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I did love this one...very cool write Barry |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
Yes..very expressive Barry. believe in what your heart feels... |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Awesome! Thankyou for sharing this Magnus my friend. hugs, Chris Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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