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Pox..Humana..
dairy cream
overturned
gurgles out its viscosity
drizzles in a drip by
drop
the cold refrigerator flow
and pools in a placid
glop
sticky footprints
cherry cola pop
illuminata tube glow
the hunger of the eyes
with their blaze
the passion depths
the shiny glaze row
of items fading in the
dark
tiles like chess
black and white
mark the movements
heel to toe
summer brown
and skinned knees
the cool balcony overlooking
valleys of trees
the shimmery realms
of a witching hour
full of sleepless
unsated powers
and the pool feathered
with breezes
decorated with its
fronds of fallen autumn
a sunken journey
and the bankrupt
hearts
watched with the
distant moon
growing full
mulled and scarred
the years heavy like
life
on unsteady feet
the wind a freedom
from the confines
of the house
full of the ghost
voices
and verdant envy
the wires on the hill are
singing
angels of a choir
the troubled cache box
of a heart needs
cleansing
baptism from the pain
like the first drops of
rain on an upturned
supplicant
then mists and
rivulets past waist
length visions
cascades of an edge
Comments
William Saint George
Sat, 2014-01-11 06:03
This poem didn't leave me
This poem didn't leave me with any strong impression...I only got vague pictures of pain, degeneration and a desire for some sort of redemption. What prompted this poem, Esker?
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No verse is free for the man who wants to do a good job. - TS Eliot
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Esker
Sun, 2014-01-12 04:37
not about weak impressions or
vagueness.....but then im more then popcorn and pop culture,,
my movies and books were a little more then saturday seat filling..
what prompts poets.....and as poets how do we see...
maybe its too deep for some...
i shall continue to write
maybe some softer writes could include more..
whom can tell....
again..thank you for your comment Bill!