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Karess
let winds fingers ramble through the tangle
my hair wild
and the leaves whispering in their urgent hiss
I can feel the gravity in my legs the
uneven brickwork and sunbleached blacktop
I push myself forward
for going back is like stepping
into the cool shadowdream
where I'm neither awake
nor concious
I remember the brown tea waters
of the creek always alive
always moving under the sweet
bridge the shaded tree limbed
sanctuary of respite
I want to sleep but no sleep comes
just dreams and ghost questions
wake with the pain of living
I want to sleep
under the thick shelter
of no memory
the cost is high
the rewards an oasis
and I step towards
that mirage
happiness like dust
in my pockets
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Candlewitch
Tue, 2011-12-27 13:38
Dear Esker,
I love your discriptiveness!
I remember the brown tea waters
of the creek always alive
always moving under the sweet
bridge the shaded tree limbed
sanctuary of respite
always, Cat
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Esker
Wed, 2011-12-28 11:54
Narrative movies
been studying movies for years
and cable provides me with some good
connections here or internet
I love the narrative movies
the art movies
"300" "Sin City" "Suckerpunch" to name
a few. Just the artist in me that
is enthralled with all the visual and
tongue in cheek tricks
it is entertainment after all
My parents and then sisters read to
us from extremely well illustrated storybooks
as a child. My mother would sing to the
fifties classics while doing housework
she had a very pleasant voice and father
would regal his railroad crews whom sat
in our kitchen drinking black velvet whiskey
on Friday afternoons after work THe stories
they told of humour of the work crews was
astounding Probably my love for Steinbeck
years later... Im very grateful for writers
like you for sharing the love of writing
and that is why I love Neopoet that connection
free of charge for creativities sake
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