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L I L A C T

Submitted by Esker on Thu, 2014-02-06 01:53

swoon tide
on a frozen day
we rode the hurry
bus whose engine
stopped purring
clamboring hills
and buck dales

the aged and the
filly youth
cursing behind
smiles
as we sped
past crevasses
full of morning
daze

streaming in
its luscious
pierce
the embroidered
eyes
jewelled like
wings of butterflies
from the wickedness
of winter
we were hustled
the engine snarling
content
vibrating through
our boots
and limbs
liquid
tufts of sequin white
burning hot and clean
against this ache of
morning

from dreams
of salvation
to the beasts
of lonliness

burdens of
provocative
proclamation
smudged
black leather
smart phones
sliding on plastic
compacts
and men
full of conquest
riding
while the trees
awoke split
by the hand
of an arctic muse

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Seren

Thu, 2014-02-06 09:43

Seren's picture

streaming in
its luscious
pierce
the embroidered
eyes
jewelled like
wings of butterflies
from the wickedness
of winter
we were hustled

for me these lines are just gorgeous...

G'night thanks for the read its always a pleasure

love JC xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

Esker

Thu, 2014-02-06 23:50

Esker's picture

but i write of pleasure and darkness
beauty that barely exists
or if they do it...its not to be trusted
madness is seeinng rapture
in the sweet beauyty
the aged and the withered by life
with eyes too quick and alive
a sunset too cold
a lake too still

poetry IS to be written
thats why i do it\
somerone has too
crazy people bash away on
an olivetti
they make so much noise
going on and on

i dont use it..everyone threatens to
throw it in the back of our santiation
trucks if i do

i think of those that must have laughed
at jk rowling
and marg atwood
intelligent people
oh you must marry sucessful
or have a trade a doctorate
give up that silly poet stuff
wizrds are old hat
gone like dungeons and dragons
and dracula

then

whats wrong with ordinary
day to day poetry
..

so much crap going on in the world
people let slip through the cracks
power mongers everwyhere
pushed out by agressors
when the ones that care did a great
job...but everyone buys into
the faster dazzle..

i write good shit
beause everyone wants the good shit
and its hard writing
anything good
day in and out

since i quit drinking
after doing this for more then half my
life with disaster after disaster
i wondered if i could write at all
thinking like some of the poets said
drinking gave them creative ideas
their muse etc..

but im still writing
i dont have to die to write

sunlight like a pierce
butterfly wings..
on the bus...
and imn not staring like
a madman i have intense
eyes yes...but just taking
it in in asweep
there is so much to see
color of peoples eyes
incredible in the proper
light...

its not important
its the colour

and black and white shots
pics im taking now
its so much
going on in my life

wow

very tired
staying grounded
these visual things
its like a drug in my
creative mind
my heart jumps
scene word...random thing
happening
like brain sparkles
without having to take drugs

i take drugs to keep normal
perhaps i tested this or that
for this you get...you lose that over
there....lkike cat in the cradle string
game.....same length of string
so whats the magic

i live with what i live with
and i write as far out there stuff
that relates in some way or another
the best way i can to poetic describe
what i feel..by visual aural sensation
sunlike rain cold wind etc
people...

thats another story
i got lots of poetry to write yet

thanks

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