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E X H U M A T I O N
carve away tenderly my soul
pull me from the flesh
born by my mother
gather up the curious
the beloved
and indifferent
let the Sheenyman sift
my treasures slender
and part out the ashs
and if you could
would you let my
fall on the river winding
for I was a traveller once
and a dreamer always
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Comments
emogothgirl
Sat, 2012-01-14 21:37
cool
i really like it! there's a hint of mystery in a relationship and a hidden past -- correct me if i'm wrong. no suggestions; well done!
always, mag
Esker
Sat, 2012-01-14 22:00
mag.........................................
I used to love bridges
standing in sun or rain
watching the waver of the dark
shadow the far distance
It is about a relationship
and the hidden past
much of my arrival months
are protected from me by
my birth mother Feirce
sensitve, much like I
I feel like the shadow of
the bridge Like the tension
of life and in death with a
wish to be released upon
the current and be free
of that shadow to travel
even as the dust we inextolably
must become to that far
distance
Thank You..
Nordic cloud
Sun, 2012-01-15 08:08
"sift my treasures slender"
Steven wow this:-
"sift my treasures slender"
is a fascinating thought that made me smile widely!
Falling into the gossamer
of a winding sheet
on your ephemeral journey
to the unknown.
round in the eddies of the foamed edges
Ann.
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
Esker
Sun, 2012-01-15 09:38
I never took to rivers much
maybe three times in my days
and yet how striking the memory
water has always been the
source of some fear and of wonder
I still dont go out on the ice here
on Nipissing Lake call me odd
but I feel that the lake all lakes
have a spirit of sorts
I dont know where that line came
from..I try to write in a style that is
primitive enough and odd enough
to be my voice.. The only sifting
I remember is mother teaching
us how to bake, letting us use
the "sifter" a contraption that had
a screen that spun about in
the center of a tube like a damper
and on the outside a handle
with a green wooden knob
The flour in a cup or two went
in the top and one spun making
a fine mess
maybe that was the treasure really
not the physical remnants of ones
life
It made me smile now to recount
that
Thank You!
Esker
Sun, 2012-01-15 13:33
Yes Lonnie you are correct it is a typo!
I am so new at this re edit stuff that I got lost
when I was at the library and just abandoned it
for the moment. Im always mixing up words
Me My Mai all comes out sounding similar
like mind slurry when one is in a rush or
exceptionally tarried :)
Thank You