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Submitted by Esker on Wed, 2015-11-11 22:01

the snow falls
and every beautiful created
individual
reminds me
it will break
and shatter
melt
obscurity
in its totality

I lay and lay
the cold seeping
welcoming
the moisture
from each perfection
like a tear
kisses from heaven

the tether breaks
its delicate
pressure
parted

at the comp desk
are a pile of
sunglasses
reflecting
images of me
in writing
there were
more I left behind
searching love
nightstands
per one night
like kisses
of salvation

personas of
redemption
as I walked deeper
across fields
and forded
streams
swam rivers
to the forests
of no return

....

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Comments

emeka ozurumba

Thu, 2015-11-12 06:31

emeka ozurumba's picture

and hear the muse of one as great as his exempt specie.... so wonderful imagery all in one lovely write

eightmenout

Thu, 2015-11-12 13:53

I have always been amazed at how loud snowfall is; drowning out the surrounding traffic, wind and other nature. It's so quiet and peaceful. Who would want to be anywhere else? Especially knowing that every flake that falls is unique (like us) and forms a bond on the earth that can either be broken or unbroken, and then we all fade.....away

Scott

Esker

Thu, 2015-11-12 19:13

Esker's picture

been reading watching tons on u boats lately
on electric they are quiet
then asdic

much like cellphones
always into wavelengths
energy that can penetrate
all throughout

our mothers heartbeat
wooshing for nine months
then brilliance
our eyes for some awaken
our ears for some hear
clearer

hearing..yes
snow
all the angles of its density
breaking up the waves
science centre years ago
the curved halls into this
room...lined with what looked
to be basic grooved rubber matting
ceiling floor
it was painful the silence
like a density a pressure
our minds struggling to
hear

maybe like seeing
when if we should be rendered
blind
wavelengths
physical form
solid
like braille
but music
sensed
wind across skin
energy basically
all of it
transformed by impulse
in our minds and interpreted

winter is amazing!
a magic...like a set
that we are all on the stage
the brutality shown
wolf pack
hunting
ice
the weak fallen
storms carnage
and peaceful
I used to sit by a creek
the falls gentle
meditate
havent done this in over
twenty some years or more
I should

thank U

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