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Mar 26, 2011
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rouge tide
awash
crescent held stall
another faucet bead
before the fall
the damp sink basin
the echo mouth
waiting
this gleam like oil
on old tile
on old flooring
the television whispers
its chorus
and the pen shines
its barrel smooth
no words
and the telephone
says nothing
About This Poem
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Nordic cloud
14 years 3 months ago
Wow just wow Steven.
This is poetry. I am fascinated by it,
The bead of water
the mouth echo
TV chorus
shining barrel of the pen
no words.
So much to say and now words.
Love to you from little Ann.
Esker
14 years 3 months ago
forty watts
like a movie set
low lighting
retro and old
and yet still beautiful
haunted yes
but comfortable
my land oh lair
tomb like in its
dark enclosure
just tid bits the descripts
travel light
forty watts of
light
thank you ann
scribbler
14 years 3 months ago
hello
I read about everything you write, but seldom feel well enough versed in free form to comment on most of your stuff. I can't let this one pass without saying you caught the isolation of writer's block in a great compact write........scribbler
Esker
14 years 3 months ago
beautiful
I never looked at it as such
but incredible and true
My life at the moment was blocked
frozen
Nordic cloud
14 years 2 months ago
Here I be again Steven
As I read it the second time, here, I felt the taste of oil dripping into me, oil from motors not exactly palatable on the floor; as Stan says its well expressed if it was writers block, the gleam, shine of the barrel of the pen like a shot through the silence while the waited for phone call never comes.
Love again Ann
Esker
14 years 2 months ago
or happiness in its still silent
pretty as a vase of flowers
aging an ornament of
ego the phone is sometimes
an instrument of mans invention
for greatness also