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WINTERHANZ

Submitted by Esker on Tue, 2015-01-13 21:33

Peppermint

i could never be
chosen
never daring
not a coward

Riding on bywayrs
avoiding the ju8bilant
themes of the great republic

Saffron

awoke to dusks thin ache
behind the summer horizon
and meet

a mended friendship
ttwixt intimate the fear
a shadow maligngering
and near

Ghosts like thunderheads
buckling sheets and
lightening
Leaning demin to cotton
listening to the songs
and feeling our heat
climb from the middle
of a great longing
enticing down the
depths of bright wet
eyes

the errors roamed
dust plumes churned
behind tailights
driving towards
what I had never
fled

The ghost in the mirror
a weakness like a
plague

we roved and journeyed
and never begged
the quest of love
drawing near
beneath the
paraprats
of limbs
under the cascading
rain rythymns
of Autumn
windbreakers
and dampness

...

Editing stage: 
Editing - rough draft

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emogothgirl

Wed, 2015-01-14 20:13

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i like the way you put words together; you've created a style distinctly your own. the imagery is great, and beautifully sensual. the mention of peppermint and saffron make me think of how certain smells often trigger vivid memories. i enjoyed this, thank you.

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Esker

Sun, 2015-01-18 01:49

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I wanted a clairity..a voice to the works
I devoted to a place open
Harsh was.. often is my day voice
definition was a struggle

Awareness...I gained little and gave
much..and from others the little gained
was a great thing as viewed of others

apex and dimensions
focal lenses and mirrors
sometimes thing make sense
and other times is a mystery
I mull over trying hard to throw
down a poem out of it

more like doodles on napkins

I liked lyrics of songwriters..
the flow of writing I liked
the flow of songs I liked
it took years to get close
to this

the writing is the bridge from
the lesser world I live to the
wide angle fiction I would
like to be

I am lucky to have had an
interesting life thus far
I would not have been
able to write like this
in my teens or twenties
I was not connected

for my ability to write
my ability in life to
communicate or listen
is extremely difficult

Thank You for your comments

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