I dog-ear waterfalls,
like memory pages
in God’s premier issue
of all time naked beauties.
Their roaring words slam
onto indifferent rock ears,
tangling strands
of green and white,
always flowing,
always pulling me
into the never ending
wetness of a first love
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oh yes :)
dog-eared waterfalls... wow!
pure liquid silk.
I think you can put this one under the red tack.
Your unique vantage point of life bleeds through this poem. You defy the epxected in your word choice. And, that's a compliment.
Their roaring words slam
onto indifferent rock ears,
tangling strands
of green and white,
Just how it is. Great imagery in your words. Wizard!
DAMN SEXY POEM!
Beautiful poetry. My day is better for having visited here.
Peace
neva
MY!!!
yep! :)
love "I dog-ear waterfalls/
like memory pages"
(P.S. Please forgive me PP, for not visiting more often. Real life has been more of the usual challenge, but my husband is on the mend.)
mmm yesss....I so like this.... great imagery ....
took my breath away..
ah, the first love -- I miss that...
How absolutely spot on Pat...and such delicious imagery.
Ah I remember it so well, now romance competes with rap music and a house full of teenagers
Wow!
I would say more like liquid oxygen! Aha..
I have a hit and miss internet connection down here on the beach in southern alabama. I've typed my thank yous 3 times and lost them. So I'll quickly say thanks before I make it a fourth. Thank you all!!
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