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S l u m b e r S e n c h

shadowdream

the stillness
no brisk
take

everything at the edge
waiting

exhale bids of steam

a ruin house of knowing
sharpened like the best
ideals
speaks with invisible
spice

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Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

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Frenchf

12 years 5 months ago

Liked it all

except exhaling bids of steam
any other word other than bids or have I missed some image?

Esker

Esker

12 years 5 months ago

Walk through.....

Have you been to an auction?
a tri actor race

Have you not bid to your gods
relishments

Like prayer silk tied to branches

Steam like silk parchments
with inked prayers rising
a bid to the Gods of weather
ghosts
ancestors

the higher power

Breath at night rising
to the stars
laying in the fall
on park benchs

an offering of life force
vapor

I like that you dont demand
that you word it thus

Your image is missing because
perhaps you never really gambled
for anything
Or maybe you did and never lost
anything

I Have

I earned it
I gave it
I own it

Bid shall remain dear French
it is a humble entry to the greater
vaulted shift..

where I once walked
and still can

Thank You...

But I ask...What would you suggest..
(second asking)

Thank You!

Esker

Esker

12 years 5 months ago

Clever!!

great reply but you got me thinking....
when I put in these devices now
I shall consider the other
hand to possible play