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Feb 11, 2011
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Grit
wash me
you say
holding the cloth
the tub edge
shiny with moisture
tommorrow is a distance
unmeasured
grey in the mists
while tonights sunsets
are hard and brittle
I watch it
mesmerized
encapsulated
damn those islands
and their mystery
one day I swear I will
walk the seven Klicks
of ice to see their shore
terrified of water that
till never occur
I will swim in my tub
lounging half awake
with my head
turned to the blue tiles
dreaming of mermaids
to swim too
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Comments
Esker
14 years 5 months ago
Shelagh
if I could
no wait I can
I can sketch storyboards
this is a film
(old fashioned I think film)
I should take a film class
I love in this country the homegrown
Indie movies
it was shelagh's line
time is suspended in me
in portions of great immensity
skies are frozen
snowflakes
keep falling
on black
lashs
sadness hangs in the air
like the plaintive voice
of the kettle
like a hand upon the
shoulder at the door
and sometimes
I wake up in different
years
Nordic cloud
12 years 5 months ago
Came to visit this and was
Came to visit this and was not disappointed.
Love Ann.
scribbler
12 years 5 months ago
Hi Esker
You painted a nice portrait of whimsy with just a touch of longing. Only line which tripped me up "till never occur".....it must be too deep for such shallow thinker as I.................stan
Esker
12 years 5 months ago
Its a typo of sorts Stan
will never occur but I think I may have meant walk there
or on the ice....I used too but not anymore
I truly believe that water has a spirit
The mirages in summer still make me shiver
I know its science
but nice that we can have things to make
us wonder!!
Thank You!