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My place.

Brown button eyes
scurrying up cotton stitched stalks,
forever reaching out.
Three for balance,
a colour matched ideal,
and nothing more around.
Pretty for showing
and plain for the night,
and two for dressing on top.
Symmetrical standings
at either side,
sound and light  sat up on.
Swags of fat chocolate
framing the sun,
leafy green tree in the view.
Comfortable haven,
perfect for me.
My beautiful hideaway room.
 

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Andy N

Tue 9th Mar 2010 08:16

i enjoyed this. would be tempted to use the last line 'my beauitful, hideaway room' perhaps in a different stanza just to give that a sense off closure, to make people aware you are raising a big point here.

keep em coming - would like to see more in this style.

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kealan coady

Mon 8th Mar 2010 13:24

this is a good 'place poem', the retreat associated with the setting is clearly conveyed and evokes a sense of escape.

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