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pleiades
May 18, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

a few delicate minutes

 


don't  fall in love with a poet
he said,
which didn't help her
at all.

she'd looked into
his eyes

heard
his junk-yard dog howl,

had his spinal touch
reach
her fractured nerves...

and a few delicate minutes
was all it took.


.



— pleiades, May 18, 2010

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Seren

Seren

16 years ago

I think I read another piece

I think I read another piece that fits with this one ... brilliant write P you've raised the bar love and hugs Jayne-Chloe x x ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")
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pleiades

16 years ago

yes, there is another piece

yes, there is another piece to this 'he leaves no oxygen'...both pieces for esker, the best here imo. thank you for reading and for your lovely words cheers p
weirdelf

weirdelf

16 years ago

we me cant be pricks

Cheers, Jess, Reprehensibly irrepressible, "the alleged short-cut to knowledge, which is faith, is only a short-circuit destroying the mind." [Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged]
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pleiades

16 years ago

we me can’t be

we me can't be pricks? sorry o weird one...am i missing something? i don't quite get what's said here...but i'll thank you for it all the same. (i'm sure it's me...for a smart gal, i can be a bit thick at times!) thanks for stopping by cheers p
weirdelf

weirdelf

16 years ago

du'up

hit post before finishing again, all poets can't be pricks Cheers, Jess, Reprehensibly irrepressible, "the alleged short-cut to knowledge, which is faith, is only a short-circuit destroying the mind." [Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged]
Esker

Esker

16 years ago

Waypoint to waypoint

signalling like beacon frequencies casual raven on tower beam words swoop mastering in wing sculpt tip and sound verb echoes on lip and fingertip I had read from afar the trips to oasis need the great revellers of then pondering the winds that swept their tracks following stars like a map like caresses on lovers hips while rapt devotions kept spirit chills at bay If I can I will keep writing this splendour of pull this mirror of haunt these devoted crafts my poems for you Pleiades Esker~
Esker

Esker

16 years ago

have we met..........

in some near and distant then Our Now we script sweet and strong how I read "without you" when I sit alone most times ache for whats here or maybe whats not burning inside the suns feirce glaze throwing shadows to the mirror maze "Dont fall in Love" the writers boon and yet yet it is like seeking fate awakening from a dream the words tipped out and spilling and ghost footprints walk I have never felt this in a long long time ......
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magics02

16 years ago

So sweet pleiades

a woman of passion and love shines with the moonlite. Just love it and Esker and you seem to be two writers that write very similiar in mind and soul. Bravo gal Love,Mona xoxoxo TIME well spent is TIME well lived
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years ago

…. :-) ….~A“Just as

.... :-) .... ~A "Just as what you dream is your own and no one else can observe it, so the world you see is your own." ~ Nisargadatta
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Grassfield

16 years ago

poets

WOW! I'm speechless....a beautiful write....passionate and full bodied! Great job!!!!! Enjoyed the read greatly!
loved

loved

16 years ago

lovely poetry

All artists have one thing in common, All are lovers of the extremist kind, Some love in art, painting and writing sculptor or what ever, solace they can find. But one thing is common All poet laureates too Were of the sexiest kind, Who apart from superficial love Had lovelier sex always in mind That’s the only way Beautiful ones they’d entwine… LOVED
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raj

16 years ago

it is said that “the best

it is said that "the best things come in small packages"...your write proves it ...it felt like having a few licks of an ice cream cone and suddenly you realise its all done...you feel dissapointed that its over so soon yet you feel contented because the essence and flavor lingers ...like in these closing lines of your poetry... and a few delicate minutes was all it took. this was my first red of your poetry..i thoroughly enjoyed it P.. warmly...raj (sublime_ocean)...
Esker

Esker

16 years ago

delicate merge

context taken like slipstream swimmer and born aloft the puma sleek on branch lair vinery rich shadowshow the hour stretch like grains on basking ease the minutes haunted full of need like lush wind kisses in dreamers heed