Open Poetry #38 |
Coffee Table Part Two |
Kellie_Cantrell Senior Member
since 2002-05-22
Posts 1667New York |
The light above dims, as if its hidden behind a dark cloud. A quarter sits without its shine. My leg no longer provides comfort to the inanimate objects that cover this table. The glass panes, dust covered and bare my fingerprints of shame. The floor now bears the burden of the contents, as my leg kicks out, splashing coffee against the floor. Anger causes paper to fly about the room. Torn from pages of forevermore. The wooden table still sits dull, the wood tarnished with age. |
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XOx Uriah xOX Senior Member
since 2006-02-11
Posts 1403Virginia |
LOL From the peace of just SEEING Suchness to the turmoil of concepts... BAM ! Just that quick. ::smiles:: :: bows :: |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
wow |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
I have to agree with passing shadows. Wow is a good word for this poem. |
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playing.with.crayons Member
since 2006-01-02
Posts 362Neverland |
I heard the whispers in this. wonderful words. |
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Robert Edward Levin Junior Member
since 2006-06-01
Posts 45can't remember. somewhere in midwest |
this poem is great. Robert Edward Levin |
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