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R A I N H A W R S E ..
desiree
the storm has torn loose a shutter
and let the blind loot of night in
We feel it quiet against the wall
like a dream merging
the spine of seasons
ruffling vintage tests
the rain pressing questions
outside
each pearl lucent kiss
she loves me
she loves him not
breathe alive a hesitant
rush my spirit pulls on
rusty rails the steam
horse driver wheels
lean beneath the dark
the slick wear of water
against a trick of light
this new knowing
growing
slipping deeper into
us
the greater fates
that shimmering
the mirage of us
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Comments
Ian.T
Sat, 2012-09-15 03:22
Steve
Once again a great write from your mind that seems to find another facet in the jewel of poetry.
I am now becoming use to your way of writing and find it easier, the odd word accentuated from a Canadian come older English must be a little hard for some to keep up with.
Your title "Rainhawse" there are only references, if we break the word up a little, then you use the word "Horse" in your write..
The other word maybe a Typo:-
pearl lucent is this pearlescent :-
pearlescent - having a play of lustrous rainbow colors; "an iridescent oil slick"; "nacreous (or pearlescent) clouds looking like mother-of-pearl"; "a milky opalescent (or opaline) luster"
I had to use my Oxford for this one LOL and disregard the gap.
Great write, master of the Northern wind, and thoughts that may not be there at all,
Yours Ian.T
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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
Esker
Sat, 2012-09-15 10:01
And thoughts that may not be all there....
that would be my late night radio broadcast ending
Canadian Older English
well we had Frost of course and the others in high school
My two to three friends in high were highly intelligent
cohesive agilities in math english etc
I was in basic level which I look back on now and enjoyed
not since public school had the others around me just
let me be and talked.. grade five to grade ten there was
just plain chaff I took auto shop and woodworking in
high..theory for the cars and met a nice woman there
a blonde girl Named Peggy Pinkerton... I had forgotten
her name until now.. from Sundridge... one of the first
real girls I talked too.. and in woodworking two other
guys who were always trying to sell me acid.. and I
was nice about letting them know I just drank whiskey
They were both killed years later in a head on...
Charlie Driscoll's class he was the teacher
the english was old Edgar Allen Poe and then Walden
Pond fellow.. the dane writer Anderson and years later
Milton of all things.. Much Atwood in grade twelve
The ones in the university level taught me much
when they would break for lunch and arrive for coffee
and chats with me.. looking back it was probably the
highlight of their day maybe
Shakespeare was a mystery but once I got into reading
him it was awesome.. the character delivery and arrival
and scenes ..the man was a genius !!
I leave out thoughts...mystery again
I used to travel and visit the forgotten houses of youth
around our area... my father would tell me of who
lived there etc years later I worked on restoring
places of adding additions with carpenters in the fall
When the men would be hunting and work was easy
for non hunters like me I loved the old black and
white movies from youth.. all we had then late
night television when it was peaceful everyone
sleeping.. safe..I could relax then
and books.. thats all I did was read from grade
six on till just a few years ago
some people do not read
thats okay
but there is magic in books
a depth and wonder
apathy and empathy
im very grateful for my parents
to tell us teach us and encourage
reading...Books at christmas were
always welcome!!
the great joy
Thank You