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Jun 20, 2012
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L I N I M E N T
Tin sleep awake
the darkened breaths
softly rising
weak like a new hour
We are ghosts lost you
and I
weaving patterns in the
storyboard of weather
permitting moods
the rustle of the rain
at night
sunparched ground
sighing
verdant rivers of wind
complex and seeking
in the mystery of lives
our words are supple
liniments for the woes
we do not own
our histories held in
waiting to be soothed
About This Poem
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Esker
13 years ago
For you Babe.........
.......evermore............
Nordic cloud
13 years ago
Quite beautiful
Such feather-light delicacy
with the firm stem of its shaft
wafting perfumes through words of love
in a most unusual manner,
only you can do.
Ann.
She's a lucky recipient. :)
Esker
13 years ago
Muse darlings
When I can and am inspired
I write
love
Esker
13 years ago
Thanks Lonnie
Im pretty heavy handed for most things
so that you found this gentility I am happy!
Thanks
judyanne
13 years ago
it leaves me with a great feeling of peace
a beautiful write esker, but i expect no less from you :)
'verdant rivers of wind' - a strange use of 'verdant', it made me pause... not sure if it assisted the write or detracted from it :)
love judy
xxx
Esker
13 years ago
"verdant" is correct Judy
that feeling when Im out at night in summer
like now Everything is full and thick Grasses
trees with lots of leaves Nothing wilted by
lack of rain and the humidity from the rain
or raining so heavy and that wind making
it light Pushing through it all
like a sigh
very entrancing I like that you find the use of
Verdant here "strange" It brought me a smile
because I do use words in a different manner
Maybe its like sculpting or making an art piece
Thank You