James McLain

Gold Star - 39,856 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

Quite Times - Poem by James McLain

Only at her quite times, the iris pulls back the curtain.
Looking at attention are the apt pupils.
Quietly it lifts, pulled apart grandiloquently.
An image of a shadow peers in,
rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,
plunges into the heart and is just as quietly gone.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 12, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 13, 2011


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