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Post by rrw on Jan 3, 2012 23:41:19 GMT -5
 The wind had carved her tidy hair a cyclone blonde.
Although her hands were busy keeping the hem of her dress
secured, she secretly enjoyed the cruel breath nature
forced upon her skinny frame. Not the same feel
as a lover’s rough touch but enjoyable all the same.
She wasn’t one to worry much about the way
she looked nor did she ever need to. Her eyes
a gentle blue, which didn’t looked at you but seemed
instead to stroke your face, your arms. At times,
when she was feeling somewhat naughty, they’d
gaze a little too long just south of my belt.
She smiled a lot. But mostly when her friends
weren’t watching. And that smile could make
the world seem somewhat less dark, less confusing
to we mere mortals who never got the joke
which God had never learned to tell... well.
At other times her eyes, her smile, her whole
face seemed quite puzzled and disturbed by all
the things around her. Crows! Crows made
her feel uneasy particularly when they would
gather in the early dawn to squawk about the
weather. And candied yams. She couldn’t
understand what all the "fussy "was about.
Oh, and love? "I don’t see why we search for
love!" She'd often say, "It can't be lost
or found, it’s always here." —rrw 1-3-12 |
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Post by johan on Jan 4, 2012 9:55:25 GMT -5
Really enjoyed this one Rob, I remember your other poetry with crows as the topic, I think you have a connection somewhere with our feathered friends, great work my friend.
Johan
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Post by rrw on Jan 4, 2012 12:19:53 GMT -5
Yeah, the crow thing is being replaced by the moon... but I still find the crow fascinating.
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Post by purplespirit on Jan 5, 2012 8:27:20 GMT -5
Ohh, your Crows, your poetry really makes me look at these black creatures with different eyes. Masterly written story, moving by its beauty. Whatever form you use for your poetry, you give with full hands, thank you. Ulla xx
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Post by rrw on Jan 5, 2012 11:11:11 GMT -5
Always my pleasure to read your comments... to know you've read my work... with an oepne eye and heart.
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Post by michaelgallatin on Jan 5, 2012 13:18:26 GMT -5
This is a lady I would definitely like, perhaps could even love. Despite her "fear of crows" she sounds like she has a fine grasp of the worth of life and love and of the world around her. A fine poem about a fine lady!
Take care,
Mike
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Post by rrw on Jan 5, 2012 18:59:42 GMT -5
It is sort of based on a woman I knew in Las Vegas, NM. She had a very stoic look to her AND a bit of the hidden "naughty" in her. That's what makes her special. Glad you enjoyed, Mike!
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Post by heart2heart on Jan 7, 2012 1:31:19 GMT -5
Smiling as I read this poem with its very personal touch. I think I could spot your poetry anywhere rrw, especially when you start writing about crows. The choice of word, the colour and imagery is all just so wonderful in this poem.
Happy New year to you.
Heart2Heart
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Post by rrw on Jan 7, 2012 3:43:48 GMT -5
Smiling as I read this poem with its very personal touch. I think I could spot your poetry anywhere Mike, especially when you start writing about crows. The choice of word, the colour and imagery is all just so wonderful in this poem. Happy New year to you. Heart2Heart hearrrrrrrrrrrrT! But it's rrw not MIKE! Anyway thanks for the read. |
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Post by heart2heart on Jan 8, 2012 1:23:19 GMT -5
oh so sorry, what a blunder rrw, I will correct..... and please excuse me   Heart2Heart author=rrw board=poetry thread=15090 post=127608 time=1325925828] Smiling as I read this poem with its very personal touch. I think I could spot your poetry anywhere Mike, especially when you start writing about crows. The choice of word, the colour and imagery is all just so wonderful in this poem. Happy New year to you. Heart2Heart hearrrrrrrrrrrrT! But it's rrw not MIKE! Anyway thanks for the read.[/quote] |
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Post by rrw on Jan 8, 2012 14:22:28 GMT -5
HEE! |
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time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
