Deep Poetry for Friday, April 15, 2011

The Water In The Tree Flows Like A Tree With Many Apples Apples, Apples I Say, One A Day Keeps The Doctor Away The Doctor, A simple man Curing People With His Hand His Hand, Making people Better The Hand With It's Wear Marks & Blisters The Hand A Simple Thing As You It Is Quite helpful Pooling Books Off Shelfs, Opening Doors Thank You Hand Is All I Say Sign in to see full entry.

You wait for the right word or a place where it goes, leaves, you me in some talked about better place away from now... pick my goodness for me, left dripping on deserved, melting treats my mouth waters for. There is no place more known then now. And my mouth waters yours. Decide is not a living thing. Know is only kept if you keep it. You tire me never after, I wait in a spot of light in the dark that lasted. Go ahead, break me, the pieces crawl back, put me together where the light waits,... Sign in to see full entry.

I remember it I saw it for the first time It covered the whole driveway like a cloud It was cloud that located on the ground I can feel the breeze around me And the coldness as I touched it I can smell the cold air around me I heard a noise as something hit my face Thump! Thump! The feel of coldness on my face As it sliding down into my mouth The tastes was plain like water The first day I touched snow Sign in to see full entry.