bruise

swift chalice
these singed things
and a night
in its drizzle sheen

you have become
what I have see
and I had fallen

laying broken
on the thorns
of covet

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

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Comments

Esker

14 years 4 months ago

I remember Art College

Ontario College of Art 84 got in on my charm and a plastic grocers bag of
sketchs Im a good artist I went thinking I was going to meet other artists
but at that age it was socializing ended up leaving but not before hanging
out with a brilliant red head vivacious and alive and a fellow who I regret
not hanging out with his jazz chums but here I am all these years later
still drawing still writing poetry and if we teach each other different styles
in expressionism then isnt that what we do for each other and all??
influence over dogma..Thank You Ian

Nordic cloud

14 years 3 months ago

Tactile sheen

Sizzling rains
as you cast this poem on the page
like a web of words
knitted into a phrase
that can be worn
and worn out through the senses
of the sensitive minds.

LuvAnn.

Esker

14 years 3 months ago

never thought of words as a garment

always the dimension of paper and typewriters
which I will probably never own again
however I like the keyboard and the illuminatory
visage that the screen offers
its words not the archive of it

at the moment life is rather barren
and always I travel light