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The whisper
Contributed by
iodinelove
on
Monday, 14th September 2009 @ 07:01:07 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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Driving across rain slick streets—streetlights half hidden in the misty rise of light and water collaborating at the edges of shadows and sidewalks—I begin to remember.
The whispers of her hands remained still in the conversation, elucidated by the trembling of her voice, remained mountains of sound, remained trickling rivers wrought by memories and dilapidated stone.
The waters of her eyes, alight and downcast, reminded me of angels unfolding at the window of a broken day, or the sun descending into the canals of an empty sky.
The stars could not touch her—she disapproving at the laughter of the thought, the implication too absurd—only love could not touch her, her fingers curling into kisses that in disregard to hope remained reserved for other lips—only love could not touch her, and the stars would wither away.
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iodinelove
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2009-09-14 19:01:07] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The whisper
(User Rating: 1 ) by TsunamiWaverider on
Monday, 14th September 2009 @ 10:19:34 PM AEST (User
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I am not a big fan of non-rhyming poetry as i think it is just far too easy to put down thoughts/ideas/feelings etc and pass it off as 'poetry'...but having said that, every once in a while you read something that makes you stop, think ,and reflect...and that's what yours did to me. Congrats...nice work. |
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