he sits on the brokendown wall
mawing the claw
what of his colour you ask
is he sometimes grey
or greyer than the mute tongue
of the old dog in the yard
wet noses pressed on the doorway
underbelly of the moon shone
on righteousness and the forgiving children
peeking out through the blind
the bling of experience
is brighter than the stars' splendour
on the night sky
it must be tuesday after all
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alliteration is effective...love the poem!
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i love the muted gray tongue and i love the bling of experience lines, an interesting contrast. such a great poem.
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"the bling of experience
is brighter than the stars' splendour" this is way cool.
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i just love you how write your days, gilly...with the moon and birds in the background. just beautiful
~ Nicolette
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Great work with words, Gil.
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This has a feel of day-by-day scene, but with a special touch of rich details.
the bling of experience
is brighter than the stars' splendour
on the night skyThat is just such a wonderful verse. Loved it
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I have a mind to listen to The Moody Blues' "Tuesday Afternoon" now, Gill. One of my favorites of theirs; I got to hear them sing it in concert, as well. I love your descriptions, Sweetie.
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