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Jan 06, 2013
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F R I N G E
phony sorrows
the bright eye blazing
thundering
the bridge alive
shaking while the boxcars
snaking
travel haunted by
I wore my fringe coat leather
a dandy with concerted bounty
in from the lost county
tangled up
intentions charged
the river why
rippled and chilled
deep enlivened
moonlight thrilled
the dark harvest
in the foyer of stars
snowfall footsteps
and sleeping cars
...
About This Poem
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Geezer
12 years 6 months ago
What were you doing...
down by the tracks in the middle of the night? The picture you paint, is quite striking.
I love the night, the black and white,
the film that jerks and shakes
Old-time movies of the mind
and the memories it makes.
Great, as usual. ~ Gee
Esker
12 years 6 months ago
Intiuition speaks often
and dreams and meeting old friends from
the Before time
(a certian date for me)
links the worlds
like the river crossing the wavery
shadow beneath a bridge
and emerging on the other side
Thank You