| Open Poetry #4 |
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mirjam Member
since 1999-11-24
Posts 246Auckland, New Zealand |
They hang from your mouth like droplets of saliva - grotesque, compelling. I am drawn to the words, wipe them dripping from your chin. (shove them back in again) And in the silence I watch you heavy with the weight of wordlessness draw a picture instead. It's charcoal's call me to smudge your sky until it fits your you more comfortably. You shake your head "it's all wrong" (though you smile) and i rub it out erase you (and i). |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
My dear friend - welcome! And what an entry sunshine. This is raw and delicate and beautiful. Modern Contemporary at its best!!! Luv ya. K |
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