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*mumble..

Submitted by Esker on Thu, 2017-03-09 03:37

Wind walks
a tremble walled stalk
apparition
affliction
shed formless
agate mist
drift
shadowless
of grief

Honey candles
rolled of comb
held in the cup
in stone hands
hearth
the peat soothes
dulled light of
lantern yearns

Flight of the winter
ruffles
The feathers to
its precious muzzle

Pale long thin fingers
find the lighter
and Gin to settle
the harrow frost
tine claw of dreams
that kicked beds
foot awake in its
leering shake
'matters not U die
to live, nor live to
Die...'

Come for the watch
thrown to the thatch
I stole not a moment
of your time

A flare of erupting
gas its obnoxious hiss
sizzles the dormant
exotic nicotine
dry tongue of flame
licking a cherry heater
One taunting eyebrow
raised and a salute
Against the fair arched
brow leveled
a stern eye like storm
heather watches
through the glass
and spirit as the
visitor of charms
and vex recede

Gusts shoulder
the corner
whitecaps and
hurry

clasps the cold
lighter and mickey
upon a shirted
chest

smoke like incense
finding its release
sweet smell of
cold and heat
cloy
taste of fear
loneliness
coiling like
a summer
serpent
in aged depths

murmur of the
breath of change
mumbling
as the wavering
illumination

the bridges
breadth to
cross

...

Editing stage: 
Editing - rough draft

Comments

lovedly

Thu, 2017-03-09 03:45

lovedly's picture

my what poetry
we can only imagine
early in the morning

Esker

Thu, 2017-03-09 11:21

Esker's picture

not the first mention of this in passing...
I would then dismiss the platitude of its
honor...except the people talking have
been gifted with wealth and power by
living frugal and wise..careful and risk
taking with the inclusion and not exclusion
of making friends...taking lovers..and
seeing the world in its heady heyday
My one 'friend' is extremely wealthy
and spoke during a break over cafe americanos
about his time in paris during the late sixties
they are also intellectuals...
I always add that I was tested by a proficient
Teacher in grade five or six and was above
the brightest then in class...but academically
and socially totter on the barely functioning
level...

the trickster/prankster is a tough walk
one leads by misleading...one can verse
aloud the faults weaknesses of queens
kings...never too strong the prince or
princess..fresh minds...legs...not to the
field of true alpha power...yet....
the merlin aspect

i came not from the box so my thinking
as many others...they are coming forward
the more aged i get and stable and go
further away from the din of the
din to the risk trailed land where these
ones exist...
I find more friends

I am glad for the compliment of 'Interesting'
I sense a poet of your like to have the
caliber and sensitivity of the mind
to see over the horizon
let the barking dogs bark
for they flush out the quarry
and the hunt and exercise of
the minds refreshing endurance
seek that of intelligence
and recon to its mission!

Thank U snowbells

Mr Wolf!

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