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E*l*e*k*t*r*u*z

Rain slides flowing
gutter slush
while streaks of neon
fire spit and flux

Dandylions and roses
then our rubble
lifes scythe cut
down the wheat
and left its stubble
crayon made way to
pen
then Ink driving dipped
the needles a visual
link
pierced pains palette
tender winter flesh
each scroll of emotion
a map of ambrosial
sea

calloused fingers
from steel strings
the sweet harsh
songs for pieces
of eight
quell the distance
between us
The love turned
to hate

and all the falls
before the great
cascade
momentum
we meet like
soldiers at dusk
before dark
beneath piney
skies and bitter
leaves
sitting silent
holding hands
I remembering
the you
And the you
remembering
the me

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Comments

A great visual write as usual, from rainfall to soldiers resting I wonder if they will be there tomorrow.
Yours, Ian

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Unconditional love to you all.
"Learn to love yourself first"
Yours as always, Ian.T, Sparrow, and Yenti

up the flow
"left us stubble"
"crayon made its way to ink"
"then driven dipped the needles visual link"

after sea I am wanting to place something
in the context of tears.."moistures blessing"
but I know many that hid their tears..
physical and emotional..
the weakness of a character reference
was to give empathy for the reader
the sea was the tears shed in private
without indifference.
but the direct linear statement would
have come out subjectively too cliche
..

a lot of the writing has direct impacts
on my own life and the lives of those
about me...for those that life is easy
I congratulate...for those that feel it
and see it as Im starting to wake up
too..the great coma realizing all the
stories are written....its a great
heavy tedious moment....

I remember a survivor of a lot
in the warm sun of spring
we sat in lawnchairs
a ragged place of home for
many
"Hold my hand"
she asked
and I did

I survived by not feeling
and seeing the world
different with these
eyes.....I survived by
writing and reading
to escape the almost
inhumanity going on

others were driven deeper
and farther..
because they stayed real
left me alone when I just
became something
else

the writing grounds me
there are many here
and whom will be here
tomorrow
and there
are those
that are not here

it is what it is..

thank U

author comment

There are many times as we wander about that we should cry tears, the male hunter gatherer of the tribe it is not done lol
If you show me a man that can cry tears I will tell you that this is a true man.
Your writes and replies make all these other poets shallow in that they are nodding away without substance.
Thank you for being you, in that the wealth of words and visual effects from your pen are lessons themselves.
Great reply I will spend more tome on reading your reply later if time permits,
Yours, Ian..
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.
Give critique to help keep Neopoet great.
Unconditional love to you all.
"Learn to love yourself first"
Yours as always, Ian.T, Sparrow, and Yenti

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