did you notice my eyes,
as they followed your lips;
as if i could see the sounds
in the air. Drifting
slowly near and then i answer
in tones that blend
the color of sky
folds into a wall
and night rises to the ceiling
to settle again
as our thoughts bend back
the hands of the clock...
time grows still
at the ends
of my fingertips.
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I'll say it again, this stuff is your poetic forte! I am not sure I have ever seen a single moment portrayed so perfectly .."just now"---Ah, that every moment could be like one of these "just now" moments. This idea two people connecting in such a way that transcends the bounds of time is so utterly romantic...you have us all at the end of your fingertips with writing like this. We experience the moment and really don't want the poem to end.
Just right.
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When the eyes followed someone lips...time grows at the end of fingertips...it halts the beautiful moment of adoration.
nice imagery my friend, loved it
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Wow this was amazing! I loved it, once again well done.
Amber
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gorgeous imagery, so sublime I could read this forever.
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You write poems that pass through a feeling of being at ease, enjoyment of every minute...
It's a pleasant moment, always
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Awesome imagery. I am trying to chose my favorite line...let's see... "the color of sky folds into a wall." I like the idea of a color folding!
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As he listens, with her on his mind
he realizes he wants this moment
to never end. Very beautiful write
with excellent versification...I read this
out loud...make a dynamic spoken word
piece.......novy
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There seems to be a plethora of clocks stopping in poetry at the moment, I wish time could truly stand still but then again if it did, we'd have no outcomes at all. Beautiful poetry as always PK C
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