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modus vivendi
this is the way the day unfolds
swirling crown notions
wings in a flurry
while dirty watered bootsteps
stretch north north west
deep in the harvest of fingerdepths
you turn your smooth caress
into doubts...the flat
bisquit liquid phone
silent
a crop of black stirs
on the wire
the mezzanine snowflake
tile array
dizzy in its spell wound
falling
rising like them
striking the sky with their
cries of hungry indignities
the snow covering your passing
with meaning
soft and diffuse
Haste us away
we are old ghosts
with new names
and you
you can never be tame
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Comments
eightmenout
Fri, 2013-04-12 20:04
As always, I enjoyed the
As always, I enjoyed the journey! Wish I could offer more in the way of critique, but I am still digesting. Maybe after another read.
Scott
loved
Fri, 2013-04-12 21:43
I only enjoy
the eruptions
converted to joy
and as far as critique goes
I run nothing to offer
to a God of
poetry...
loved
Seren
Sat, 2013-04-13 08:43
Steven
Another beautiful piece from your pen you never fail to amaze me and tonight is no different
sigh
love JC x
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
Esker
Sat, 2013-04-13 10:24
the illusion that we dance in
ballets of interest
friendships
relationships
I burn through them
simmering and blazing
I am not a follower
nor a great leader or words
or works
I have just a voice of an artist
the call of a friend
on a line of distance
and Love
love is the great mystery
that pangs and aches
in its achievements of
positions
I am single again
I am careful and studious
and the spring arrives
in its dismal creative rains
and grey skeys dark as
ash
there is something
about being alive
something about feeling
a qaulity to being alone
that enlivens the soul
and throws fresh visions
in every new vista
and dream stir that awakens
one deep in the hours between
midnight and morning
Esker
Sat, 2014-04-12 23:00
a year thrown on its wheel
the clay caked sluiced in hands
beneath my heels
and at the helm
following stars
i come back
to follow myself
like a shadow from
a mirror
this year aged me
like no other
and drew away
such waste
of grandiosity
i linger in
love is like its ghost
that walks through me
blending illusion
life and breath