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A R R I V A L
spring arrives
deadbolt eyes
the rusting room
in echo halls
the stray light wanders
in loves squander
caressing the forgotten
dirty locks
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Barbara Writes
Mon, 2012-03-26 03:45
Esker
Nice short to the point. I can see the halls as summer arrives and the rusty rooms.
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Esker
Mon, 2012-03-26 18:09
I remember an old resort
the upper parts had eroded with time rain snow
place had been closed since the sixties and first opened
as world class place in twenties
we were contracting in new pole lines
and during lunch went touring the old haunt
a room downstairs held the remains of a piano
from a ceiling dripping rot and ruin
the piano looked melted the whole room looked
subermged like a shipwreck in the feeble light
from the curved halls beneath the rotunda
author commentBarbara Writes
Mon, 2012-03-26 22:48
wow
Awesome image for a poem
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Candlewitch
Mon, 2012-03-26 11:00
Dear Steven
he stray light wanders
in loves squander
caressing the forgotten
dirty locks
I love the metaphors and imagery. Quite uniquely you!
always, Cat
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Esker
Mon, 2012-03-26 18:10
locks could mean latch lock with key or hair
as an imprisonment
institution marriage wreckage of childhood
depression
sunlight giving warmth where a hand caring
may never have been
"they never stole her heart as viewing this valueless"
author commentEsker
Mon, 2012-03-26 18:12
Small calibre poetry
I wish I had a manual typewriter still
I loved my old Remington Rands
they make a lot of noise through
Incredible to see the font on paper
I love the small little note poems like
these
Thank You
author commentloved
Tue, 2012-03-27 00:22
I like your new name.....
ESKERIAN
Remnants of palaces owned once
I have seen
as in shadowed screams ,
as hallucinations
which once were dreams
and
since the emergence of time,
I still see the shadows
dark and still….
cobwebs of my mind,
but my nerves such occurrences don't kill
as I am the steel
behind caged minds,
holding my own hand,
as in the loneliness
of darkened ravines
I alone stand,
hopefully
nothing can me kill!
loved