Open Poetry #39 |
As you rise, pull me under |
IntoTheRain Member
since 2006-01-29
Posts 51Westwood, CA |
They've ended now, the dances The feathered snow has left us in a trance A clamor of thoughts unheard Like footsteps, neither near nor far away May the overture begin again For a time, drawing each of us that listens To feel like falling for a time and yet as always We do not recognize a last attempt to fill an exhausted form, to know once more the ordeal of wound by hand and eye. To know the source of burning |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
A wonderful write. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
yes, wonderful, I agree |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
excellent Rob love the ending... |
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