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Submitted by Esker on Sat, 2013-12-21 23:34

the eclipse
a cold wave
the lights come up
and a dawn surrounds
us at the distance

we are the dark blind
in the eye of the fear

fixing tourniquets
in little worlds
while the winds prepare
to whirl
we fix a word
and mouth our prayers
repairing the breaks
with floss and nail
polish
memorizing our loyaties
when we are swept apart
by tides of fear
ready for the forthcoming
year

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Editing - rough draft

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weirdelf

Sun, 2013-12-22 05:26

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Bravo, brother.

cheers,
Jess
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Esker

Mon, 2013-12-23 12:05

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i live..hard..becoming ungrounded in the frustrations within and without
lately......i wrote soft poems when i got here
now im working on the xx of the mind
something that one can dream of and only obtain
by running through the door or rabbit hole full bore
like wave running i guess although i never surfed
but enjoyed the freedom of that thought
i am not bold but became bold
embolden to do this

poetry business and life hanging on
where truly i would have been in the best
interest to just pack it in live in a cocoon
settle down and take up a peaceable enough
passion other then writing
and the love of interacting with the most complex
and interesting intellect of people

this was easy writing at one time
the same over and over and its very
difficult to write...landing in the chair
between missions full of this and that
and create something

now its not the work of business but the love
a real love not an idealization of it thats warm
soft and non edged....
not an abstractin but the reality gritty and
exciting and heart breaking at times

was thinking of plath and sexton and
burroughs whom for whatever reason
found relief shooting the drinking glass
from his lovers head and did not make
the shot ....and got away with it from
his contact and money

life is a strange surreal time
and for writers..artists..creative souls
driven by excess and needs and wants
and even more interesting place

but its the writing that is the gift
the legacy....but so too the life
...

thank you...

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