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s c h i s t
sunlight pours
dust waves
bowl
thorn ridden scars
borne fresh with limbed
sighs
pressed like trophy birds
tossed
on a grey eden
promises
held together with
alleyway stitchs
this sway
descending staircase
juncture
this depths pressure
against each breath
like cool
decipher
pearled on the tidy
darkness
flickers of recognizance
in the light
emotion fulfilled
in the charged atmosphere
of our older shadows
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Comments
Ian.T
Fri, 2013-08-02 18:48
Steve
This one is hard all it brought to me was a sunbeam
playing through a window showing a trail of bright dust
Casting shadows that reflected the old times???
Yours Ian.T
.
Two small typo's ?
stitchs- stitches
recognizance- recognition I feel would fill this space
but I love that word you have used
.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
Roscoe Lane
Sat, 2013-08-03 04:00
Following,
Following sunbeams is magical, i used to do it as a child and had every kind of adventure and dream while doing so. I explained this to my wife one day and she said, that's how i'd lived my whole life. Chasing sunbeams is best and can keep the blood pressure stable. Just like this poem it's like follwing a sunbeam type dream, if we're correct in our thoughts good, if not you've got us again with one of your magical mysterious poems. Regards Roscoe...
Roscoe Llane,
Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.
Esker
Sat, 2013-08-03 10:33
"jesus dont want me for a sunbeam"
an old christian song that the punk post era duo sang
a band in UK called the "Vaselines"
Kurt Cobain loved it
He drew pictures also and was very creative....
ambition like Macbeth comes with its costs
(My excuse for never ever publishing...)
it is about lighting and wavelengths about
profile of light and dark
definition.....I read a lot of Joseph Conrad
when I was a young man
and many many many forensic
books about crime and industrial accidents
geophysical etc etc
flexing the mind into a creative verve and be
able to take the reader through that process
be it rhymne or freeform is a difficult process
that requires much work......non of this came
easy for me..I had many many critiques
but this poem is just a metaphor for deeper
thoughts......It is about the past..but of the future
too....all my former relations with people I like
to keep in place...like travelling I sometimes
visit the vistas and beauties....the ruins and
mystery to see the change
examine where I once stood..slept
veterans do this and the street veterans
of life wane and wax poetically also
wavelengths....reflection....light is merely
energy like sound waves
like emotional bow waves
putting pressure
creatively I find poems everywhere
but they are never ever handed
to me
this writing stuff comes with
aches and pains scars
and beautides of joy
Thank You for reading you poets
of many...
Esker....
ida
Sun, 2013-08-04 16:40
CARPETBAG
HOLDING ROXY
MOONS MOULDED WITH SHOULDER STRENGHT
YOUNG GIVEN THE ELIXIR
DIAPERS TIGHT WITH CIRCUS TIGERS
SAVOURED WITH LOVERS CATHCHING THE NIGHT
KISSING THE DEW, WONDER OF THE NIGHT
FRAGMENTS SAVED
FORMS BEGOTTEN
HOPE FOR THE STARLITE NIGHT
WILL YOU LIVE IN OUR WONDERS STORY
WITH A COUPLE OF KOOKS
HUNG FOR ROMANCING
BOWIE
Ester
Wed, 2013-08-07 14:04
this depths pressure
this depths pressure
against each breath
like cool
decipher
pearled on the tidy
darkness
...this is good.. Pearled on the tidy darkness...
I do like your writing. Do not want to analyze your poems. I like
how you paint with words , the texture nuances the light and shadows..
Yes, you are a good writer. Thankyou .
Esker
Thu, 2013-08-08 15:22
similarity
writing now is fragments
of thoughts
my multi visions in the ruins of beauty
running so much thoughts
so little time...
behind schedule and rushing
sucking in the cigarette
slurping the coffee and pacing
always pacing now
anxious times
the karma ghosts come to
nibble words and ideals
No typewriter and the crowd
just a roomie busy
a cat finessed
I like your work for the intricate
manner your word placement
is
un common is what I enjoy
and my life is more fast run
word association
now then the feet up
dispatch and exchange with
creative others...
I miss the computer
the link
an hour is not enough
Thank You for not analyzing the works
and that you feel I am painting...
trying times these days but I persist
and return..
Thank You Ester!