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crippled drip
tumbling
its thrust against
its fall

outside the night
fills up with stars

the glitter wall

and a mouth of
hesitation
is dark with teeth
pale headstones
in nocturnes ease

our costume smiles
papery as halloween
flirts

your restless hands
against the bright
automatic pattern
of your shirt

pale fingers thin
the watery dexterity
of the hunt

dirty nails that taste
of smoke

passion disparity
they slide buttons
aside and run across
the crooked collarbone
like timid mice across
the key for the haunted
baby grand

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I have read this several times and come up with several differing thoughts
So I will just say that I can see a cotton sheet that has been tumble dried and now rests its form on a bed some where...
Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

cheap shirts from the second hand shops
cheap sheets all easy to maintain
and threadbare from wearing out
washing out

The first paragraph is a tap dripping
the washer rent
all of those are so old and hard to repair
move one bolt and the connection
falls apart one nut...
thus the tumble and the fall on the
hard old cast in some places Id seen
and on metal for others I always put
a dishrag on it to diffuse the sound

I love watching night emerge from that violet
hue The layers of colour sometimes when
the air is right Haunting and entrancing for
me and always a moon Or the stars
coming through the diffuse light one by
one filling in spaces

from my windows where I lived many faced
the sky and there was the inside reflection
of my walls i the kitchen or bedroom on the
glass Or when the lights were down
just the horizon and the stars like a wall

there is always hesitation when light fully
leaves Like the entrance to a cave entering
the mouth dark fearful the teeth of the
enquiry that work the dreams the talismen
that some carry Wolfs tooth Bears tooth
etc from all days from time to now

dark with teeth like the inversion of the negative
slide in developing film
the shade and darkness surround even darker
they glow
trick of the light
of the mind falling through the stages of sleep

costume smiles remembering the day
smiling if I made it through
sometimes just on a slender smile

Long ago halloween costumes were made
out of paper with flammable plastic masks
for children...one candle too close..
perilous times!!

Flirts there was a romance from the ordinary
in this day this time of darkness
festive in disquise Many masks wore the smiles
of course then
flirting with the dark the pagan BOO
moments

meeting and talking
the hands ressurance
(I read books on body language and was groomed
for this and facial recognizance)
what people wear is fun
a costume for non halloween days

some people are fluid in motions
the hands distracting from the purposefulness
of the direct earnest hunt

animation is interesting though

most people smoke
not all but most
a lot of my girlfreinds smoked
even Beth smoked little cigars
not Cohibas though
something else

whom really thinks to use
a nailbrush nowdays
most people are busy working
full time or two jobs to
make ends meet

or cant afford a good manicure

we were taught good shoes
good hands business
so whats the story beyond that

passion disparity
Enough of the talk
get down to business..

parody
the Lets Make Music line
and everyone is haunted to some
extent

Beth Had a glorious old stand up
in her bedroom at the log house
her parents owned

thats pretty much the poems format
from my Poet head

but as its read it takes on a life to each
and every poet reader
and thats the mystery that is great
about this

one of the reasons I love the old clothes
shops... someones favourite shirt
becomes my favourite shirt
and I wear it different then others

I like the look from the old photos
from mid eighteen hundreds on

Im careful to avoid describing feeling
though out these though

gotta save something for latter poems

thank You

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On reading your reply to my (Sorry So Short)comment on your write I guess I could have been a lot better in my words.
Now your beautiful explanation of your Poem/Write is really a masterpiece and I am of the opinion that if you took to writing books your works would be sought after.
Your flow through the daily things and places holds me to the page and this is what many story tellers try to seek out the ability to hold the reader and making them want more.
The odd short story would be a dream for you as the above comment is nearly there.
Thank you Steve for your patience with my comments, it's that we all look at things from a slightly different angle,
Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

Neo is personal all right..Comments vary as to what can be exchanged
through private message or run out here in the main stream for all
to see The engagement of minds and poetic view. perspective by poets
for poets.

Some would want to not have the explanation but when I was starting
to read poetry as an escape from the then overwhelming side of reality
for me then I had a bit of time until I read portions of the read in the jacket
covers, the back or front intro on the Poet themselves or read their Biographys
Auto or otherwise.... Thats what made me really delve into what a poet
may be all about

a close confidante expalined that all one needed was a key to understand
the versions of the poem.. with the basic concept and precept of the "key"
one was able to open the poem for a more divisible approach to the poem

Such as Elfs desire to put titles appropriate on headings to works
rather then the purely abstract Kind of like roadsigns in a foreign country
only pertaining to the local accent of thought.

Or putting tags on poetry
for better assimilation on search engines to offer the wide angled view
of what our Neo is all about to those searching for specific
venue waypoints

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