Open Poetry #41 |
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Reflection |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I believe what I see, What I dream to be blue With curls that drought The floors plateau, I believe this person to be me, To be upon a merchants path, Only a sculpture standing, With the words tied Behind my back, Like a boy that leans for his fathers grasp. What am I? A statue of limitations, Without a tongue, Surrendering the whims Of my sun of words That con my purest thoughts So much like I sit Betrayed by my thoughts. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
What am I? A statue of limitations, Without a tongue, Surrendering the whims Of my sun of words That con my purest thoughts So much like I sit Betrayed by my thoughts. You write well! Love, Margherita |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Never seen you poems before, happy I found them ARCTIC WIND |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
cool write |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks for the support, happy you enjoy Arctic. Tomer |
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TomMark Member Elite
since 2007-07-27
Posts 2133LA,CA |
very good. very good. love the end. Tom |
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