Open Poetry #39 |
What of tears |
themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
What of tears Give nothing to my sashay skin to level their cells. I will be patient, till then you’ll see me In the grass that grows too long before it’s cutting. You would betray my worded numbers, for a New grazing on the sills of dawn’s creativity, wherein robins share their story. Let no words take tolls on me, or the lists of alliterations in some writings that I do, I would not have written them. You are in my confidence, my little teardrop drinker you have used your hours for solicitation I am the two-toed wanderer |
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seraphin Senior Member
since 2000-09-24
Posts 1004Michigan |
This is fantastic! I've read it over and over, and am no less impressed with each reading. There is imagery that breathes, words that scream out whispered ideas. Very, very well done. Sandra |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
glad I came down the page so I didn't miss this one |
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