Join the Neopoet online poetry workshop and community to improve as a writer, meet fellow poets, and showcase your work. Sign up, submit your poetry, and get started.
Apr 11, 2014
⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)
Acess Denied / User bloggin '
facade foretold
by bodin' eye
glimpsed looking
glass the depthful guise
the pressure twixt
that held us fast
on a hairline crack
that shatters fast
the falls
glimmering
ice
shower
in shiver steaming
spout spitting
like wounds
from an old house
shaking
in the turbulent
flaw
of wind seeker
soul weeper winds
and in the deep
pressed
a hand against
my heart
and started time
in reverse
alice
with the
glass in hand
finger touted
through out
through in
ecila
monosyllabic
like fingers
opening rune
poems
down
goose flesh
and healed
hones
About This Poem
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Ian.T
11 years 3 months ago
Steve
A good trip into those thought trains again, I liked this one though there was a hitch in one of the lines, here:-
the pressure twixt
that held us fast
on a hairline crack
that shatters fast.
It seemed that to use "Twixt" you wanted to compare two things yet the second thing didn't arrive. The flow was grand and this write was extra good.
Yours Ian.T
Esker
11 years 3 months ago
because.....wait for it...
aha twixt...
the "us"
that leads to more
in my other world head..
its a start though
glad you caught that one
Ian..
Ian.T
11 years 3 months ago
Steve
When I was just a very young boy, I learned to speak by being with my Godfather.
He had a very broad accent of Wiltshire origins, the words tiz, twixt, casn't, and bist were my everyday talk, it was a lovely time of my life, but as you know travel and forces for 15 years corrected the accent, though I can still revert to the old talk.
I find your use of these words, a good change and they bring back the good past, Yours, Ian
Esker
11 years 3 months ago
language and wordes were..are magic...
thats all..