Open Poetry #39 |
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[I can hear / the music / the ant makes] |
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shirtless Member
since 2006-04-29
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I can hear the music the ant makes as it drags a crumb of birthday cake across the piano keys before I see the rainbow, I hear the sunlight dividing in a prism of wet air I hear snow hit the earth, leaves kissing trees goodbye, bubbles bursting, bread rising I have greased the squeaky axle of the spinning earth that kept me awake at night but above it all I hear empty wooden bowls in the hands of dead children cracking in the heat of new deserts PLEASE VISIT MY WEB SITE http://www.anthonyarmstrong.zoomshare.com |
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Mysteria![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I hear them too. A very poignant poem. |
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kaila Junior Member
since 2006-12-24
Posts 37PA |
I also hear the music and noise and squeaking. However, I never thought about writing a poem so that others might hear. I enjoyed this one. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Most excellent write..much enjoyd. Hugs Sing in me muse... |
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