| Open Poetry #34 |
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Yet Another Dream completed |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
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Slipping across my mind Your image a band saw As your eyes sing as a grating cheese cutter losing its edge For those you fell Who attended your ego and memories On a cool evening and for them Yet another dream She always did like flowers The Park never missed them On Friday nights fish No matter where I left them I was always home early And locked up behind me I never woke her up Nor did I let dawn blind me To Yet another dream |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
interesting - i enjoy your unique style and eye upon things - SusanHappiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
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I let images drive my fingers I suppose. Ideas that are often many poems or their seed. I need to work on this a lot but I suppose I like to throw draft ideas out to make me jump over a hurdle of whether I do some work or put them away fron another time. Thanks Susan I do enjoy your writing. Dave |
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