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Jul 22, 2012
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Ferocity
buckle black
the shine
like a sun
on midnight
a Lavender
sigh pressed
against the temple
like a door to the
expressway of
freedom
awoken from the
dream by a can turning
tricks for the wind
between the lights
a moan of her through
the wires
and bending limbs
performing stretches
while the stars pull
at their stiches
twisting
to the ear of heaven
listening
my canvass
caravan
lain
slain
the harvest of
wishs
fallen
like
lost stars
About This Poem
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Esker
12 years 11 months ago
For Erika
circa 1984...when we spent time before
circling conversations for lunch Before the
world opened like a door and our history
shrunk and swallows us up......
judyanne
12 years 11 months ago
hi esker
'wishs' - 'wishes'
love the images that
'awoken from the
dream by a can turning
tricks for the wind
between the lights'
and
'while the stars pull
at their stiches' give me
love judy xxx
Esker
12 years 11 months ago
Poets
I used to get woke up by cans in the wind at the old VOY
still going strong
And the stars are stitched up there by someone
falling every now and then when they get frayed
when the wind works them
thoughts burning bright in that epic flash
so glad that my writing appeases the appetite
for poets
but I find that poetry merely
ignites a smouldering burn in me
chars my want
and fills my dreams with
smokey tinge
like a mist touched
spirit
come to haunt
the wanton stillness
when the wind
is resting
Ian.T
12 years 11 months ago
Steve
A restless Spirit that is so free with words and descriptions that fill our senses with the aromas of life, another great write to make us think...
The title I thought I was going into an Iron City that was rusting, but maybe later ???, Yours Ian.T