| Open Poetry #23 |
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Sticks and stones |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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Her face is transposed light without scent. Submerged charms. Rivers dry. Snowflakes melting to a street grate. Signs invisible. Road rain. Key-cracked tumbler of a new lock. Thousand pages. Stone gray book. Deep dream's wait to be unweighed. No rhyme's end. No closure's seat. |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
As always, superb. Love the short expressions of thought, they flow like water down hill. Nicely done Mike. |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
"Deep dreams wait to be unweighed" I love this, Mr.Squirrel.... ~ furry rodent hugsLyra |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thank you both. And Lyra, miss ya! Here's a sorta key to this poem, via subject verb conjunction verb. love sticks and stones |
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WhileIWasGone Member
since 2002-07-18
Posts 486 |
Great work....enjoyed very much. H. |
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