I reach out to touch
black curly locks
so beautiful, so beautiful.
I want to twine
them round my fingers
to enjoy the sensation.
Coffee and cigarettes
are all that matter
to him this morning.
"I have to study"
he will say to me
to stab me once again.
Let me go, now
with memories of Montreal
and curls twined round my fingers.
Please tell me what you think
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Love it...
Wonderful flowing narrative that paints such a picture in the mind of the reader of a moment in time & memory...
Also, its the first freeverse piece of yours I've read & I've gotta say, 'tis impressive work...
Well done!!!
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Forgive me if I've already replied to this . . .
my brain has been leaking lately. A lot. Thank you, very much. This was a good-be to someone I ought to have left in the past long, long ago. As always, high praise from a magnificient poet.
Blessed Be,
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Aww shucks, ya make me blush
Lol!
Was a great piece, you're a very talented lady...
Keep up the good work...
Take care,
Fritz.........
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Beautifully sad...
It's wonderfully written, and touches the heart.
thanks for sharing your heart and soul.
Be blessed in all you do.
Tony
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re" Cigarette Man
I'm so sorry I didn't respond to you before; I confused you with a complete perv. Maybe happened before? Your AP names are so simial. Thank you for reading my poem & thank you for your compliments. I am always so dissapointed when I log on to see no one has read or commented on anything. And you are quite talented, so that makes my day. Thank You.
Blessed Be,
Rae
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Great write sad ending
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Bitter sweet
A love poem with a touch of genuine real-life sadness.
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This is sweet and very sad.
'Let me go, now
with memories of Montreal
and curls twined round my fingers.'
My favorite stanza. Great imagery!
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I love the intrinsic bits of life made poetic.
This is fine writing.
mj.
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