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Palmist
trace your slender strong finger
down my palm
slipping words and musing
the wrist exposed
cradled in your work
your eyes glancing up
and the maple trees
hissing in the currents
flowing
if life were fair
and if it were so
easy
all the lines
and extensions
reaching
the attonements
of movement
grace and meaning
etched in their
emplacements
to be read
by talents
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Kailashana2
Mon, 2011-06-13 17:31
ohhhhhh this poem!
ohhhhhh this poem!
A woman's wrist is one of the most erotic of places... but the words you place!
~Ac
Esker
Mon, 2011-06-13 17:36
Hello Kailashana
am delighted that you found this poem well in your liking
I only had my palm read once and sketched in other
elements to create a vivid scene sketching in words
is magical at times and a fun excursion and exercise
sometimes it flows well
Thank You
author commentKailashana2
Mon, 2011-06-13 17:40
I'd say you always have my
I'd say you always have my attention, Steven... you are a man of few, if perfect, words, and all of them can be held in the palm of my heart.
~A
wesley snow
Mon, 2011-06-13 17:41
Forgive me, but this left me dry
It may simply be the free verse which I don't tend to enjoy. The language is lovely enough and the images clearly understood, but I missed the boat on the point. Other than a glance at a palm reader's profession, the poem didn't (for me) convey the necessary impetus to lift me from reading words to reading palms and waiting for the magic.
wesley
W. H. Snow
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Esker
Mon, 2011-06-13 17:44
when the shadow quick of doubts
fire their salvo across my bow I catch the gust of proof
and slide further along in inertia of earnest degrees
escaping momentary doubts......I dont write for myself
although Im driven to write,,but when a paced comment
presents itself in such rare form I take notice
thank you for your words Kali..today they are a ray of
warmth and comfort!
author commentMichelleK
Sun, 2011-06-26 07:31
Again your poetry astounds me
Again your poetry astounds me.
Beautiful use of imagery.
I have noticed occult undertones in the few poems I've read of yours, perhaps it might be fun to do a series of poems solely on divination.
You've got a new fan:)!
Esker
Sun, 2011-06-26 11:57
Divination and spirits God and great mystery
went to sunday school till eight parents split drank through high school read tons of
books on occultic issues Spiritual nativisms shamans Inuits russian religions etc
freinds were reading Joseph Cambell and Neitchze and others were reading
New York Iconic novelists I read Milton Poe and Conrad When I was on the road
met many men women who had vast experiences and were into their followings
with passion and verve The darkness will always draw our primal sides Our drive
sides like magnetic anomoly Thank Your for the comment!
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