Esker

Nov 12, 2012 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

C...Y...N...I...K...

come to you
pouring like lashed thoughts
hot cedar sweats in steam rooms
tears of a dove falling
like the cloistered frost tanks steam
climbing

a hiss in sleep
gathered like a white wound
the bow of wings
in a shroud
while snowflakes nestle

the dark brows like shadows
neath a trestle
usher rush starts
like water
turning in its thoughts

purity
in the cold
secure as the band
of gold

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

Ross Hamilton Hill

12 years 8 months ago

a rush of images

some work for me, the more grounded, eg a hiss in sleep others don't eg tears of dove, too symbolist and melodramatic. also the rhymed ending seemed a little pat,
still it cracks along,
nice to read poems set in winter white, nearly short shorts summer here.

Esker

12 years 8 months ago

Mellow Romantic

Winter is not quite here
but arriving one day
"Winter White" I like that

thank you

Race_9togo

12 years 8 months ago

Well well,

I poke my head in after six long months, just to peek at what's happening, and...
...caught again in timelessness.
Ah
I'd forgotten the effect your words have on me.
I think I'll write some more myself, now.
Thank you for such beauty.

Esker

12 years 8 months ago

Six months..

nice to see you again Jim
looking forward to reading your work

Thank You!

BettyBuff

12 years 8 months ago

Words like gossamer...

So delicate, like snowflakes...dancing images. 'Cloistered'...fabulous word. Taken as a whole, the idea of cynical words, hot and angry are tempered by the coolness and clarity of nature. Your poetry moves me. I have an emotional response to it.

'Betty' aka Ellie

Esker

12 years 8 months ago

I try to include at times that where I find a grounding

I know poets throughout the eons have too
Its in the poetry here
the walks written of by many
that I read

up here one cannot miss it
our urban forests
the creeks left open and not
covered over with false tubes
to gain extra ground space

When I was and or am angry
I tend to slow down
to cool down

look aside and then I see
the things I need to see
that are right there anyway all
along

Its like the natural ability to write
I can flush it and try to keep up
by running..to match it and I always
ended up falling

had to fall a lot to eventually get it
to master that
which I have now

I am moved by your words Betty
one has to have an intellectual capacity
for recieving the understanding of a work
and then the social calm earned
probably or perhaps by the calamity of
white waters

trial by fire

Thank you Ellie!

Seren

12 years 8 months ago

Dear Steven

Your words weave through our hearts and souls
drawing us into your world, your imagery is stunning

Bravo(again)

love JC x

Esker

12 years 8 months ago

drawing in

Well I am an artist...just a sketchy kind of fellow (ha ha)
I am happy Jayne that you still find my poems worthy
I remember the old Neopoet times..thank god there are archives
and they put them up.Damned nice people here!

If I feel Im going to write I want it to be something unique and
interesting to remain with the reader
thats just me...Like my sketchs I put something original
and of myself into them

perhaps as you write of your heart
and your soul
I put that into my poetry too

Thank You very much JC