a kiss of child
the dance of laughter
and hair is felt longer on shoulders
sun rays charcoaled
is not cold of black forced moved shadow
but pieces of a hair trim fall on paper for picture
fresh cut feel
Author notes
use only words, please, poet
I had put it aside, and I don't think I ever got busy with it again to the best
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lovely
this is a very lovely poem and fantastic use of words too. I liked the simplicty...There's a strength and beauty to it
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Again, excellent imaginery. Can actually feel the hair longer on shoulder.
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crazy schedule can still include looking at yours --
Andy Miles (echoable),
Thanks for seeing this as showing you something.
I reread it, which has been scary on some older poems getting evaluated again when I'm so far removed from the vibration of having written them... but this I see the moment I had and can add on to it tonight.
Now, I catch the contrasting expression of joy through the shake of the tresses through situation or new day..
extending, taking
don't you cherish for thirty days
change to three hundred
oh, our mouth about respond in month or year
and days numbered
my hum doesn't want the hundreds dropped
but my head on shoulder
may the t not have to get crossed for the syllable of sigh
or try for safety
the song keeps being said
just extra or not.
~Carolyn
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