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Author Name: Freebluefish 3 Comments
Date Added: October 14, 2006 17:10:07 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The Roof Of Your Desire

 

 often my kindness

seems made out of raindrops

splashing against an abandon barn.

 

As i think backwards,

arithmetic

becomes sparse like the fish

that inhabit

the spaces of my friday dreams.

 

without a lover

ones does not blush pleasure

or share the  paleness of ones skin.

Nor brush against anotherís  body

caress the comb of  their  ribs.

 

The fruit of my words

never ripen

in anotherís flesh.

How apples become lonesome

without a suggestion to fall from.

Lips to touch against.

 

i wear a crown of falling leaves

i without rootóshriveling

as you read the old farmerís almanac;

and learn the potency you desire,

 --moonlight--

can deliver comfort

 to the roof of your desire.

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Comment By: FreeMoon Fairy on October 17, 2006 07:02:46 AM Report
~Good morning Andrew
Hmmmm...makes you think~
How apples become lonesome without a suggestion to fall from?
Interesting...I do like this write.
Have a wonderful day..
~Tracie
Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on October 16, 2006 02:51:21 AM Report
"caress the comb of their ribs"...this is wonderfully original. I find a haunting lonliness in this poem. One does need love to flourish.

 

I thought, "How apples become lonesome
Without Lips to touch against" sounded lovely. Perhaps that is because I didn't understand what "a suggestion to fall from" meant in this sentence.

 

~Barbara~ 

Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on October 14, 2006 05:39:46 PM Report
Andrew,
Omg.. you just blow me away with all the beautiful words of colored leaves.. who could not love this kind of man?? Breathless is all I can say..I'm suddenly without words to say?
HugsScarlett





 


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