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....TANGENT URGE>>>

the river holds its curve
felt by the urge
this push from the chrome stream dream head
pulse rush race
turquoise slick tile

old grout with its black
lick of mold

with vacant slits of black

torrents of current
stroking tangled darkness
the raceway to the open
whorl
the drain to slip away
the room of rain

wishes misted on the glass
heat and steam
and dreams falling fast

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Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

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Seren

Seren

12 years 7 months ago

Sigggggh ...

What more can I say I was drawn into the poem and that ending is fantastic I love it my favourite lines

torrents of current
stroking tangled darkness
the raceway to the open
whorl
the drain to slip away
the room of rain

so vividly real wonderful poem

love JC x

p.s "a stroke of tangled darkness" ... just a thought on those lines

Esker

Esker

12 years 7 months ago

darkness and currents

the hush of winds in balsam breasts
and the hurt and lash of love held best
she toils and turns
her banks
aligned in runs
the green jagged sables
turned fire in the stare of the dusk

I remember rivers Jayne
where I sat
long ago
the deep grief I held then
talks to me in the safe little
creeks I stand to greet

the little arch bridges
with their black shadow
keeping

in the rains of the shower
I feel the depths
remember the bliss
of a winter night
the eighties love

our cascade moment
and in a candles flicker
the night flowed past
while snow danced
against the glass
and turned Pines to
ghosts

where the crows
spoke
and in the weary
dawn
we awoke

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