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Jun 18, 2012
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T O R R E N T I A L . . G U I S E
weary rise
patina soft
and light falls in
sideways
evaluation
all consideration
costs
turn mists to humid
sunrise
The curve of night
is sleeping
and beams of stars
have gathered
where happiness
lived
About This Poem
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Roscoe Lane
13 years ago
Being early,
Being that it is early morning here i can picture your poem as i read through. Unfortunately it's only a picture in my head, as the weather here is dreadful. Great poem with beautifully discribed images, dreamlike. Regards Roscoe..
Nordic cloud
13 years ago
Arpeggios
Your bent, the curve,
a guise that like the clouds
can dissipate,
can change their shape
can cast out diagonal rain drops
beat arpeggios
of rhythmical decisions
rise in sunbeams
a misty dust of tiny stars,
astonish,
colour,
blaze the sky of our brains,
the inner heights
of the human skull,
hovering there
to impress our synapses
with the beauty
of this life.
Takk Steven Wolf.
Esker
13 years ago
Thank You
I have forgotten what this was
or reference too
a state of thinking
neither past nor present
a lucidity caught between a dream
and a reality
Nordic cloud
13 years ago
"a lucidity caught between a dream and a reality"
LOVE THAT Steven.
Ann