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T H I S T L E ..I T C H

Submitted by Esker on Fri, 2012-08-10 02:00

A vein of burgundy
ebb

the dark pale blue
edge

An ache tingles
spines
and needles

fast beyond the dream
of a memory hedge

borrowed from the
rain drip ledge

divulged ecstatic
emissaries
as voilet
as Autumn

tufts of
forbidden
scars
where love
has lain

Editing stage: 
Editing - rough draft

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judyanne

Mon, 2012-08-13 08:32

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teach you to get a room steve :)

no, seriously, an impressive write... i like it and as usual have nothing constructive to offer
great occasional rhyme that keeps the reader on track

spell check - 'voilet' - 'violet'
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)

Esker

Mon, 2012-08-13 20:20

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voie

mathematical balance of autopsy
my fathers skinning animals hanging
from decks or chain hoists..the slim
sharpened tools of exact deftness
to draw out the perfection of contstruction
the wrecked ruin of a bullets path

the weight of a heart
of a beast
( more robust then the frail chambered human one)

Dusk...the pulse of day alive and action
ebbs away
sometimes excitement
sometimes exhaustion

ache tingles
intuition
lust
anticipation

needles
sharp intake of adrenalin
the phone ring
the face at the door
the inbox message
the poison to soothe
the tumbled jumble

crushed sucked urged
and punched

who said bruises brought
tears
and heartache was an
ending and not a beginning

these ones never watched a
tide walk
let the moon fill their restless
desire with the dune grass
whispers

I ache
transfixed

lost in the horror

The poem is about Scotch
thistle I was looking at one day
and of course the spines got me
thats what they are there for

and fall and hunting season
pain soul
human frailty

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