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CRUSH

Submitted by Esker on Mon, 2011-05-02 11:57

patent sunlit chamber
nicotine kisses
this lace wound day
breezing at her golden edge
lays with her rays of light
tumbling like dice

and I wait
with breath
"Snake Eyes"

all velvet plans
are the slow crush
we inhale

and our shadows
sharp like cystal growths
jump in the textures
of gravity
oozing down the
barrier reefs of all
nocturn inhabitants

I give you keys
and you slip me minor
verse one lines
of supple beauty

how you haunt upon
cage and burn aflame
in the tinder part
of the sacred art

Style / type: 
Free verse
Editing stage: 
Editing - rough draft

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Nordic cloud

Mon, 2011-05-02 13:19

Nordic cloud's picture

You put all things out of focus and tell us to bathe in your poem's words and see through the wound lace and brimstone to the core of what you are describing, which escapes us, and yet you leave us satisfied, how do you do it Steven?

A bang, a scarf, a piece of arse
a token letter, weeds,
what world's beneath the earth
a better not, blue bosom kissed,
sound the reeds and shake a fist.

Yowks Love Ann

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

Esker

Tue, 2011-05-03 12:07

Esker's picture

some can take for granted all that I have ever
come close too

and yet its there out of focus out of reach
so I can only describe a water fall whose
mists have not annointed me
thirsting of it

thank you for you comment

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CCfire

Mon, 2011-05-02 13:54

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I don't think I've met anyone who can describe an innate sensuality and beauty the way you craft words. The room, early morning your descriptions of what you see and what she gives you, it spins a web that draws you to the end of the poem and makes you want more. I have nothing I would change.

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, 2011-05-03 12:09

Esker's picture

lived realities far and contrasted
never matched correct
our numbers off
our wavelenghts jumping
Island to Island

I dream of something perfect
Ideals we can die for

easy then the truths

if this is what drives my poetry
sometimes but not always
then I am satisfied to want
to feel this

nothing changes until something
changes and yet I wait

knowing that someplace
somewhere

if

Thank You

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Pixee

Tue, 2011-05-03 16:27

Pixee's picture

I can't think of anything to change either. Nice job!!

Pixee

CCfire

Thu, 2011-05-05 16:37

CCfire's picture

Sorry but I just have to say it..the guy above me wouldn't know poetry if it knocked him on his ass!

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

CCfire

Fri, 2011-05-06 10:38

CCfire's picture

That's the most intelligent thing you've said so far

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

Thu, 2011-05-05 17:03

Esker's picture

up to the challenge
I dont know if I can write metered
its all fulcrums and leverage
Escher writes poetry

no great truths "Jumble" now there's a great
word might have to look up on the net how to
write metered works

I for the most write as I do
a lot of its abstractions
as I say Angles uupon Angles

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