T H R I C E B E R I A N

formica flies
droning the fan rush

ghost voices from the set
and car chrome glass
the bitter slash

cold comfort from the last
pile of cigarettes
tear off the filter
and suck in the hot
lick of flame

let the rush burst in
like the crowd that
never left

at night beneath the
slew of stars
out past the hour
of redemption

I dream you alive

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

Favorite Poets: Klo , .., Ida, .., Rhiannon1010, .., Pleiades, .., Valryianne, .., Ester, .., Stephanie, .., Emina Smajevic, ..., Elefentee, ..., Sommer Lyn, ..., Jasmine, ..., Rula, ...

Comments

Roscoe Lane

11 years 11 months ago

You are unique,

You are unique in the way you word poetry, i think this is a beautiful poem . Regards Roscoe..

Ian.T

11 years 11 months ago

Steve

I agree with Roscoe on this one, it is exceptional,
Yours Ian.T

Esker

11 years 11 months ago

Im glad Ian that people can grasp this...

I forget that people follow my works...I dont try to lose them..I just get caught up
in the writing.....I wish I had the time I used too to live here and write comments
....Im grateful Ian that you tapped me on the shoulder to remind me like an old
art teacher that abstract is fine but people want to see too...
Thanks Roscoe! I enjoy your works too..will try to come in on Saturday and
sit here in the library for my hour and comment

Thank You Poets! I write for Neopoets poets....thank you