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May 02, 2011
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CRUSH
patent sunlit chamber
nicotine kisses
this lace wound day
breezing at her golden edge
lays with her rays of light
tumbling like dice
and I wait
with breath
"Snake Eyes"
all velvet plans
are the slow crush
we inhale
and our shadows
sharp like cystal growths
jump in the textures
of gravity
oozing down the
barrier reefs of all
nocturn inhabitants
I give you keys
and you slip me minor
verse one lines
of supple beauty
how you haunt upon
cage and burn aflame
in the tinder part
of the sacred art
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Nordic cloud
14 years 2 months ago
blue bosom kissed
You put all things out of focus and tell us to bathe in your poem's words and see through the wound lace and brimstone to the core of what you are describing, which escapes us, and yet you leave us satisfied, how do you do it Steven?
A bang, a scarf, a piece of arse
a token letter, weeds,
what world's beneath the earth
a better not, blue bosom kissed,
sound the reeds and shake a fist.
Yowks Love Ann
Esker
14 years 2 months ago
Better described then lived
some can take for granted all that I have ever
come close too
and yet its there out of focus out of reach
so I can only describe a water fall whose
mists have not annointed me
thirsting of it
thank you for you comment
CCfire
14 years 2 months ago
I don't think I've met anyone
I don't think I've met anyone who can describe an innate sensuality and beauty the way you craft words. The room, early morning your descriptions of what you see and what she gives you, it spins a web that draws you to the end of the poem and makes you want more. I have nothing I would change.
Esker
14 years 2 months ago
muses
lived realities far and contrasted
never matched correct
our numbers off
our wavelenghts jumping
Island to Island
I dream of something perfect
Ideals we can die for
easy then the truths
if this is what drives my poetry
sometimes but not always
then I am satisfied to want
to feel this
nothing changes until something
changes and yet I wait
knowing that someplace
somewhere
if
Thank You
Pixee
14 years 2 months ago
Hello Esker
I can't think of anything to change either. Nice job!!
Pixee
CCfire
14 years 2 months ago
Sorry but I just have to say
Sorry but I just have to say it..the guy above me wouldn't know poetry if it knocked him on his ass!
CCfire
14 years 2 months ago
That's the most intelligent
That's the most intelligent thing you've said so far
Esker
14 years 2 months ago
Very good
up to the challenge
I dont know if I can write metered
its all fulcrums and leverage
Escher writes poetry
no great truths "Jumble" now there's a great
word might have to look up on the net how to
write metered works
I for the most write as I do
a lot of its abstractions
as I say Angles uupon Angles