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. . . v o i . . . .
C a t a p h i l e
the wall
the ceiling
the floor
our lives are a moult
close your mind
to time
history is an essence
like sunshine
and perfume
this echo
held in your heart
like a scribe tool
the keylatch
sound wave
press on fool
feelings immersed
drenched down
walls
the summer rains
turned to rusting
autumn
tumbling
the naked expression
of wind shorn limbs
Auburn
brisk diver
nipped me
that smooth
warm inscisor
the stacks of plates
the rouge iron
behind the fence
hasty fare thee's
We stare into carbide
futures
bitten
twice smitten
with that pain
scarred no where land
October bruised sky
fumbling
for thoughts
I turn another corner
lost
push on
there will be no end
just the rest
this heaviness
a cold fire dream
like winter ice
I shall
remember you
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Comments
Seren
Sun, 2012-10-07 07:20
Dearest Steven
I feel the dust of times gone by
layering the pane
sand flowing through my fingers
lightning the glassen rod
another brilliant poem steven
I was surprised to see it unread
I love that ending bravo
hugz xxx
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
Ian.T
Mon, 2012-10-08 18:49
Steve
Loved this piece it drifted as the new snow will.
Then the ways of changing moods as the Earth travels around the sun to our Autumn days.
A sense of missing the sun times and when things are at peace with the world.
Sorry it sends my words off the track a bit but that's me lol, then I look up that heading word and guess where it sends me ? Straight back to you lol.
I loved it in all its places, Yours Ian.T
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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
Esker
Sun, 2012-10-14 02:50
all these years....
are wild the rise of random cries
the mad restless visions hounded
..
I have been wanted closer for those
to see with my eyes
to feel with whom I may be...
But I know!!!
..I know whom I want to adore
..like the first black ice morning
on snow..burning like midinight
sails...