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Glove
Contributed by
Ecly
on
Friday, 4th February 2005 @ 09:45:11 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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A spark of flame and fiery coals erupt,
The blackened soot of ash and smoke unite,
The heat of heat a summer's breeze disrupt,
And in his eyes reflects the flickered light.
A glove worn thin with many catches made,
Its oily surface tan under the sun,
He throws to me despite the lighting fade,
The sky a bluish bronze and now we're done.
It's strength I see unchanging in his eyes,
For now the words behind his lips will stay,
Until the day it comes for our goodbyes,
And I can think of what we both will say.
The heat is always there for us to feel,
And in my hand his glove is always real.
Copyright ©
Ecly
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2005-02-04 09:45:11] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Glove
(User Rating: 1 ) by poet70 on
Tuesday, 31st May 2005 @ 11:43:31 PM AEST (User
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This was a good poem, don't know why no one has commented on it before now, I am sorry for that, it is a poem for your dad, and his glove/gloves must have meant. or mean allot to you, it was worded well. keep writing, and don't get give up ok? |
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