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F U N E R A L * F O R * T H E * Y E A R Z

Submitted by Esker on Thu, 2015-02-12 00:18

The spring emerged
clasped in damp slates

byzantine eyes
the nervous times

Formality in the weight
of a cough and retractable
pen
a smooth balltip sturdy
the words startled and
tediously calm

Wild orchard
a sky full of
color clung to
branches
curved in new
routes

Windows
with fresh
seeking
nights

driven in
the drive
to survive
behind the
wheel
of fortunate
toil

you spoke
in sleep
said the
trip smelled
like soil

Landscapes
and crawlings
walking forever
found my legs
from
sleeping
coughing in
fits upon the
table

Tasting life
hungry for
the fable

little boxes
for the burials
momentos
and fears

each clod
you grew stronger
and the shadow
less fonder

Dead Reckoning
beneath
freedom

I had heard of
this
the hands of
they driven
ahead
speaking
softly in
the speech
as I listened
to their
teach

where
now
the importance
from petulance
and storm
the silence
and ebullience
stamina and joy

Send me a postcard
and my cigarette
burns down to its
snub

the soft new
day
arrives
to sooth
this passing
this arrival

....

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Comments

Sparrow

Thu, 2015-02-12 04:08

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This had a gentle lullaby to it, a story unfolded like sugar on the tongue.
Only one place did I loose the plot:-
I had heard of
this
the hands of
they driven
ahead.
Couldn't really make sense of these few words, is something wrong or am I reading it wrong ??
Go well and heed the words of the Elders as you travel on, (Have you been talking to them???)
Yours Ian.

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judyanne

Thu, 2015-02-12 06:24

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As usual

I really like the ending -
'The soft new
day
arrives
to sooth
this passing
this arrival'

Beautiful telling of continuation
Love judy
xxx

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

Simon Smythe

Thu, 2015-02-12 15:39

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well worthy of a wake

lovedly

Thu, 2015-02-12 16:23

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beautiful

Esker

Thu, 2015-02-12 21:06

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But think...(I think this) we DO live our lives
some..like a wake..
the end of terrible times
build a new and beautiful routine
and we will feel the words
loss and gain
of those old signals
though the tracks are rusted
the glass broken in the towers

I was courier correspondent in high
school...sitting in coffee shops with
little note books
Most dont need to sit at my table
happy lives...busy.
moving on from the archives of
hearts
and maybe Im not done with any of
that....Maybe it will never happen
They tried...pulled me out the
young and old along the way
put down some new tracks
glorious and peaceful

and yet....the place of rest
I love the most
tended
or forgotten sacred ground
for music
rebellion

parts of my life are shutting
down here...my business
with some
time to think back
which gives me the look
up....checking tyres
dog leads
subway tokens
making sure I have
something for the trip
always
and when I run out without it
there is always someone I
meet sharing
whom just knows
How we heal or damage each
other in the just cuase
to understand the power
of all that Interchange...

Thank You for your comments
one of the Beautiful things too
I love about Neopoet

a family loosely based
which is nice for some
and a sense of belonging

...

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