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Breaking
bend but the resistance
so strong like a wave
tears at this
and years are shearing
rippling
the faucet gathers
the bright clear pearl
I am the grit
your nascent being
wrapped
I was
a gift
tossed in the breakers
I was lost
on moonbathed
horizon
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Esker
Thu, 2011-02-17 12:44
psyche
intimate this
one
just the basic
rejection
the loss of
being wanted
all that
Im working through
it
Im surviving
its about my mother
who gave me up
or abandoned
me
all the relationships
that were never to
fathom
no blame
it just is
and now Ive written
about it in about
the only manner
that I can
author commentArrow
Thu, 2011-02-17 22:40
Stings, esp.
here: I was/a gift
It made me think of, for reasons unclear, Simon & Garfunkel's "Flowers Never Bend with the Rainfall." I've always loved your work. Can I keep saying it without sounding boring?
Kailashana2
Fri, 2011-02-18 07:25
This is a Steven poem I
This is a Steven poem I praise. You string pearls for us with so many of your poems.
My daughter's father came back into her life after more than a 25 year long absence. He is dying of prostrate cancer. You can imagine the wounds, both hers and mine.
~A
Esker
Fri, 2011-02-18 12:27
back again
I met both birth parents in time
nothing came easy
but it was much better that we all
spent time
together
apart
its like streamlining
or going down the trail
throwing off what one doesnt need
its wisdom experience
all I thought it was was
material importance
but that was the shallow
not the deep
I am so moved that this peice
has moved others to write
such profound comments
from their hearts
thank you all
author commentloved
Fri, 2011-02-18 13:40
Deprivation
Deprivation
Deprivation
Is the sperm,
For poetic emotional creation,
Without which there can be
No procreation.
Two are needed,
One a sperm
Another
An ovum
And
In creativity your are
The natural sperm
And
Mind, is your ovum
loved