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E V E N T S O F D U R A T I O N
dream trickles down
like the damp wood
of the raceway
above the dark embrace
of the day we can hear
the birds
the soft mute rot of leaves
the silver backbone of
the glacial scar stone
and light falls down on
her face and eyes
the shadows easing
like camaflouge
beautiful and intense
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Comments
Esker
Mon, 2011-09-26 23:10
quiet and careful
need the brash be so brusque
where is art in stealth steady step
slipping into dimensions
like a dream show
no frequent turbulence
for those whom are swift
and disciplined...
lou
Tue, 2011-09-27 06:11
Wow
All i can say is i love this.
Lou
Stand tall, be proud to be who you are, give the world the finger!!!!
Esker
Tue, 2011-09-27 11:16
I travelled by train
hitchiked much so I had time to stare out windows
during passages of quiet
the reflection Storytelling for the sake of the ride
for drawing a bond of experience sometimes had
breaks the images flickering past
in the speed of conduct of destination
were hard to capture in memory the details
are there but in conveyance
its a gesture sketch I try to assume
when Im writing
its not about all the blades of grass described
sometimes but of the feeling of all that