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Mar 18, 2012
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something real to touch
There is a world out there, they say
something real to touch
like a wild chestnut glimmering in
quiet autumn rain.
A rustling leaf, fleeting above
a sleeping summer meadow.
The child’s playful fingers
on the tree
in a happy wait between
the snow covered swing and the sun.
How it hurts to not touch you
with my hands
to remember your wild hair
your storm blue eyes,
your strong hands.
When you stood there, peering
with a spade of light
reaching out for a moist root,
a crack to breathe,
a warm window against the cheek
a stretched canvas to anchor.
When I now paint your path
digging up your light steps
all these days of armour
that have passed since then.
So, turn off the lamp little friend
we will meet when the morning comes
there is a world out there, they say
something real to touch.
About This Poem
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Nordic cloud
13 years 4 months ago
Even you are touched
by the Imagery workshops trials and errors
and come up with a vivid one of your own as aye
Nordic cloud
Ester
13 years 2 months ago
Nordic cloud
Thank You so much Nordic Cloud for visiting my page and for your comments. It is much appreciated.
E.
loved
13 years 4 months ago
You are as ma'am Ann says....
AYE ,AYE, and only AYE,
as always
I see you took a cue
and
used abbreviations in this one ,
I read it with care,
others I always flashed by
You are the poet,
I wish I was ..
Perhaps some day
may...
Ester
13 years 2 months ago
loved
ThankYou for reading my poem..I love your review..
E
Esker
13 years 4 months ago
a jewel
baited breath I read
through this poem
realizing that some are
intimate in revelation
the poem cascades
through my senses
smoothly
Thank You!
Ester
13 years 2 months ago
Esker
To cascade through someones senses is totally beautiful.. ThankYou so much Esker for reading my poetry.
E.
loved
13 years 3 months ago
Breathless me
Breathless me
You are unconquerable
adorable
and
emu- able
and
any label you wish to be,
including amenable
so let it be
and enable me
to lift beyond all horizons,
that may cause obstacles
and
fly above in the heavens,
if you all permit me
as I’m on my own
unable
Ester
13 years 2 months ago
Loved
to fly the vaults of heaven and to lift beyond all horizons is so big and so wonderful.. Thank You for your beautiful words.. and an Xtra ThankYou for coming to my page twice..
Love.
Candlewitch
13 years 3 months ago
Hello Ester,
A beautiful poem that overwhelms all the senses!
always, Cat
Ester
13 years 2 months ago
Candlewitch
ThankYou so much for visiting my page and for your kind comments.
E.
Cloudthings
13 years 3 months ago
I love to read it here described & conjured so well
When I now paint your path
digging up your light steps
all these days of armour
that have passed since then.
So, turn off the lamp little friend
we will meet when the morning comes
there is a world out there, they say
something real to touch.
I don't know, your writing almost always provides me mind, psyche, soul whatever... with an abundance of surfaces & textures in which to immerse 'itself"... myself. I could wander through each peice so filled with sensation, it is really a wonderful gift, you are a master of description, indeed a painter in words, I love it.
& this last... I feel I have been in a place a little like that long ago, not great, but I love to read it here described & conjured so well. I seem to hunger to read life described well, do you know what I mean?
You are indeed a sensualist. Well done
A
Ester
13 years 2 months ago
Cloudthings
Sorry for taking so long.. ThankYou so much for your most kind words about my poem.
Yes, life described well is always difficult but I guess that is what we 'poets' are trying to do..painting words ( beautiful thought )
E