Esker

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J U I C Y

long before the hinterland
the winterland

this

nights against the dark hue of ebony
star raker stellar gardens

walk with me on the wide bermed beachs
sift for the gleam of amber
sip the cup of ambrosia from an
old war flask

"The best of both worlds"

you sigh wiping a strand of
hair from an eye

there are jungles of kelp
in the West you tell me
tall as an apartment block
full of life

you have dived
certified

I listen walk and bend
painfully for the speck of
this and that

benevolance comes hard
to an old man like I

"Listen. You are my branch
and I am your winter.. I shall
rest in portions...and equations
but you must shake me free
like thunderbirds to fly
Their rain showers
a gift.. You bend to me
and we share this Autumn
fine...But heed my words
when sunsets stray long
like wine and this bitter
wind takes hold.."

She smiles wrapped in
her wool cut and bend

"You were the one who taught
me to skip stones..Remember?
remember??"

I feel the warm weight
the Juicy spot to place the fingertips
its an autumn forever like this

and I smile
I remember

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

Favorite Poets: Klo , .., Ida, .., Rhiannon1010, .., Pleiades, .., Valryianne, .., Ester, .., Stephanie, .., Emina Smajevic, ..., Elefentee, ..., Sommer Lyn, ..., Jasmine, ..., Rula, ...

Comments

brittle light

12 years 9 months ago

your words, thoughts, ideas,

your words, thoughts, ideas, shimmer. every line a surprise.
sometimes baffling but always exciting, at times breathtakingly beautiful.

one of the Wonders of my world.
"how does he do it?"

a rhetorical question, of course.
I don't really want to know.
don't want to risk spoiling the magic,
even though I know there are no tricks.
just a well refinded poetic mind.

this particular piece flowed like......uh! the most flowy thing you can think of

you give this site credibility and an invigorating shot of gravitas

with admiration,

Esker

12 years 9 months ago

Mr Al

we of winter soon
of the grappling alarm and calamity of relationships..
I wander far and wide
My steadfast heroine sides

Days toiled crafting plaster feet and legs
braces and arch supports for techies
Whistling singing viewing the world
The highway Climb of hill ..drinking the many
coffees we can... A perk Pun intended!!

Across the way on a bike worn out with pedal crank
gears Schwinn an american classic modern
loved to the injured and inured now

I loved poets so much
pretending to be one for years
without the works

now at the age when old arthritic
pains and friends at picnic tables talk
of strokes like bowling scores
Im frightened
Mortality all about

Cooked up dinner for the kids here
Chicken fajitas
cleraning up this grand townhouse we
moved too... our worker friends
in mental health
boxed together but apart enough
a little alpine like village
THE SHINNING I call it

Im in the basement seven foot high ceilings
and gas furnace gas heater tank
poured all concrete beside my left elbow
Not the rooming house some writers have
or mothers house..

I see the world feel the world and hide from the
world all in one breath and
the adventures I remember/
the ones still alive and turning
like a head on the street
are here

much fiction but much truths in
these writes

and I am as real as I can be here
with all y ou poets
whom make Neopoet alive
mysterious

Thank You Al
lately this little gem
you have given
is much spark
in the dark

Kindest Regards

Mr Esker

Ian.T

12 years 9 months ago

Steve

As Al says your words flow,
we think,
they live
We live.
A winter torn from your mind
A summer drenched in your thoughts,
The Autumn 's of decay
Then the Spring neither of us will see again
Love of poetry and poets
The love to tell all
If they can catch your words in silken nets.
Where you ask of us, to use books to learn
To learn of new things that are old.
Write on great thinker write on.
Let the pen never dry
Or the keys lose their bounce.
"Thank You" for being with us.
Yours Ian.T

loved

12 years 9 months ago

you are the evergreen autumn of Canada

you are the evergreen Autumn of Canada
colourful trees now emanate
as your words flow like water
slowly but surely
as ice does melt in anticipation
of being tasted by a lover’s lips
intermingled with wine,
as yours and hers intertwine
magic flows from your wand
no, not in hand,
but a fragile luscious and juicy mind
where in the world
will anyone two individualist poets
of our kind,
ever find

no not ever here
you are the poetic wonder
love would love to devour
and
all human beings would love to watch you,
as the small most beautiful boy,
the statue is incarnate still
and hope your inner soil will
apple like poetry continue to till

Esker

12 years 9 months ago

when we...will we....we shall...

drift along in sunny realms
the bus the auto
the bike
the leaves crunching
the click of bearings
in the rear hub
the throb of the ending
four cylinder
six cylinder
eight cylinder

tapping the ovid wheel
the blue world
the raining world
the dry drenched mirage
stretchs of ponder

poets in motion
density of dreams
Outcasts
on our voyage beyond
and herded in the flow
our bells singing
Our words
ringing

Thank You!