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F R O T H

Submitted by Esker on Thu, 2012-05-03 22:44

jagged curve
rush up and touch
flesh free

the quick and ravaged

thrown down the hall
while the dream tilts
and the picture glass
scrawls a scream

in the quiet the rain fall
is gentle
forest dark as night

this easement
as a replacement
a heart that can never
be held

a pain fresh

a scar sky

night is spilling
from her drains
drawing all away
and I wash
and wash
in the waterfall
in the waterfall
of tears

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Nordic cloud

Fri, 2012-05-04 10:11

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I lie deep under the water
watching the blue scar of the sky

Wash and wash in the waterfalls
the spume of gathered rhythms
coveted by currents
furious and free

while the ever slow
moving carpet of the forest
silently strokes the earth
with its wisdom.

Nordic cloud.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

loved

Fri, 2012-05-04 14:01

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what can one say but convey
G R A T I T U D E

for lovely words

S H A R E D

loved

Nordic cloud

Fri, 2012-05-04 14:06

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If you mean me M/s, then thank you,
Steven's words always inspire don't they?
Ann.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

Esker

Fri, 2012-05-04 18:29

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Thank You for comment s and poetry words
I went to the little creek by the train station and our mall
not very wide but has a lovely voice and clear spring colour
not tannic.... there are quiet little places in our world
to revive the soul LIke poetry and poets

thank you

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loved

Fri, 2012-05-04 20:19

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two great poetic minds
need a salute.

loved

judyanne

Sat, 2012-05-05 11:57

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you have me captivated
i just love
'night is spilling
from her drains'

and the finish is awesome
'and I wash
and wash
in the waterfall
in the waterfall
of tears'

nothing to crit
i enjoyed this
love judy
xxx

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

Esker

Sat, 2012-05-05 15:24

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"madness is reality" my muse in the city
and I talking one day

this is about love
about madness
obsession
etc

darkness of course
reality for most has rough edges
a boundary

some its completely different

I borrowed this and that from many
a memory and thought story etc

Macbeth (hate even writing the name)
with Lady Macbeth washing her hands
murder testimony from the convicted
on how they cried while dispatching
the "love" object

lust love ambition redemption twisted
plots all my favourite Poe was great
for these

I love in my city how the creeks and
rivers flow and they built the city over
top but here and there they emerge
from the embankments or
streets to remerge spilling from
a culvert etc

quiet little places natural

think of tears falling and the mascara
streaming the love letters gripped
and crumpled with their ink smeared
words the goodbye letter
etc

passion in her cups swaying
the stagger of the emotion
the swell tidal wave of that
reaction

etc etc

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