Open Poetry #36 |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
In Between lines A forest Beside a field At the bottom of a hill A messenger Down Prone In a ditch His back against a tree In his vest Against the heart A letter you never Read Wrote Sent Received He lies Dead The world That could Would Might have been But never was Among weeds Reeds Withered grasses Autumn leaves That though they rustle Do not speak |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
sad |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
Aw Helen, I just don't consider this a venue for jingles. Actually, I have a reputation for a, albeit wry, sense of humor. Be honest; if it was all that bad we would have shot ourselves long ago. Calm Seas Fair Winds John |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Autumn leaves That though they rustle Do not speak ahhhh yes, ya just gotta tune in. absolutely vunderful. ~i want for myself your trembling~ |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
thanks for the memories. of others grand delusions |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
"In Between lines A forest Beside a field At the bottom of a hill' there are far too many lines. Always a pleasure to read you. "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...James |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
"Actually, I have a reputation for a, albeit wry, sense of humor." Love to read this. enjoyed more than before to read your poems. |
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