Esker

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.....E...S....S....E....N....C.....E......

Rain is speaking
beneath the sky
a paper roams
indifferent filling dark
eyes on font

subtle soft like chalk

a dampness clinging
full of illusions

the pains of growth
healed and broken

I remember our river
chilled with the spring
the slush flowing swift
like blossoms of winter

gardens of lush
knowing

I remember the summers
we put away the love
in sacred places
treasured however

soiled with rain
and swept sweet
with light

the music of it
falling within
falling in

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

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Comments

Nordic cloud

12 years 5 months ago

" falling within falling in"

Oh wow what a finale Steven,...
" falling within
falling in"

the only thing that I tripped on
was the need you felt to add "however",
I don't think its needed.

A very fascinating poem that can be read
many times and still hold our interest.

As aye Ann.

Esker

12 years 5 months ago

My Dear Norse Ann

I meant to write Forever..which is totally like cliche
but however..

which is an oddity within an odd poem
How grand that you spotted this
and here were are..
You are correct!!

Thank YOu!

Frenchf

12 years 5 months ago

Men with a heart

Not many in this world or am I a cynic?
Lovely write

Esker

12 years 5 months ago

like a secret code or talk way
it only comes out in the most random
I find when Im frustrated with something
Im silent and brooding and people
approach and unhinge their happy
treasures or wants or share..
like the last time I want to see fuzzy
warm thoughts or go on a happy hunting
errand....I have to be very vigilant on this
because its like being patient
and getting little tricks that lead to bigger
spells for greater magic

one cannot be a graet wizard if one cannot
master the simplest of listening and focus...

anger does not build card houses of splendour

thank you

sueb

12 years 5 months ago

lovely x

Esker

12 years 5 months ago

Thank You

Sueb

Seren

12 years 5 months ago

Steven

I remember the summers
we put away the love
in sacred places
treasured however

I am living in one such summer
putting away our treasures
in our sacred places

lovely lovely poem steven I cannot find anything to fault
I loved that ending, falling within falling in ahhhhhh

love JC xxx

loved

12 years 5 months ago

i think the paras Serendipity has chosen

I would have also,
but each word you coin is classic

Esker

12 years 5 months ago

This whole poem was inspired by an old Lover

a winter lover...
ice on cedars..
the window open the cool winter air
radiator heat...

years later she visited a town I was near..
but never came to visit me...(strange I know)
she wrote love notes and put them under
the table leg in a resturant she thought I
might visit knowing I see everything...She knew
I would notice that the table was not wobbly anymore
and look at the legs to see matchbook or folded fliers
to prop it sturdy so coffee didnt spill...(and see OUR
note!!) Bit I went to the bar across the street in the
basement where the red head waitress always made
me fresh coffee and brought me my dinner platter.
And my lover would put the poems between the bricks
on the old Hotel Bar knowing I would find them....but
I never knew then to look.. we were always like this
miles and miles apart and yet so close in hearts...to
this day....Our best writing is to each other lately..

Nordic cloud

12 years 5 months ago

defies space and time.

How the bond of friendship once tied,
genuine, never can be untied, the similarity of thoughts,
the understanding between us gives a dimension
that defies space and time.

Nice story, although it is no story, it is so.

Ann of Norway.