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H A R S H L E A N
hot lick of sun
rests in the freckled brace
and sharp bone
beneath moon wished flesh
swims
the green depths swallow
the discourse
jaunty pain
like the blade tip
Your fingers peirce
your words delve
wounds
shadows swirl like black
birds hungry on the carcass
death is smiling
through the sticks
tangled like love
trace words
upon my shoulder
this cascade
uncertianty binds
us
and the sky is filled
with little clouds
racing the wind
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Esker
Sun, 2011-03-27 18:31
dream
grams of dream
restless in the tomb deep hours
to be with love
the pang
holds fast like colours of regret
I could feel her
hear her breath beneath
the cage of delicate rib
the great ceilings
the weight of the city
climbing the walls
like dusks sunblades
glowing
to awake alone and emptied
to walk the twisting dull white
walls of the length of hall
and feel small beneath
the open day
a most amazing stanza
of being....
author commentpleiades
Sun, 2011-03-27 18:44
i have not words enough
i have not words enough
a reviewer once said
words to the effect that your poetry
has the ability to stay the moment
in which it is being read ...for that time,
nothing exists except the poem, and the
reader
so it is here
that's an ability precious few
here, have
the wolf howls,
and the sound carries
over the waves
one of your finest
in admiration
p
Esker
Tue, 2011-03-29 18:26
Dear Mermaiden
my brain thinks writes like this
from a place of questions
its craziness sometimes
like living in the clarity of fog
seeing the brightness of the dark
yes this is my thoughts
at times
to try to write timeless forays
clips of unknowns
that live just for the read
I always always loved writers
that could do that
they put me in a spell
its how I travelled at times
escaped all the haunted
and hunted visions
burning like fire ships
and my soul is tinderbox dry
your words
this affection
Thannk you P
Mr W
author commentCCfire
Sun, 2011-03-27 21:33
My first read of one of yours
My first read of one of yours and I am impressed, the sheer metaphorical nature and abstract free form you use always is something I enjoy in poetry when it's done well and this is done very well, it strongly shows the story and I hope to read more of you in the future.
Chez
"The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she does a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, to see if anybody notices it - and to makes sure that somebody does." - Nietzsche
Esker
Tue, 2011-04-05 15:52
Shows
yes the whole spectrum in its rather speculative manner
of creative exposure
I am glad you see the work
in this manner
and quite happy that these works of mine
can find enjoyment by someone who
understands the great power of metaphors
the free form
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