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T O R R E N T I A L . . G U I S E

Submitted by Esker on Mon, 2012-06-18 00:53

weary rise
patina soft

and light falls in
sideways

evaluation
all consideration
costs

turn mists to humid
sunrise

The curve of night
is sleeping

and beams of stars
have gathered

where happiness
lived

Editing stage: 
Editing - rough draft

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Roscoe Lane

Mon, 2012-06-18 02:23

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Being that it is early morning here i can picture your poem as i read through. Unfortunately it's only a picture in my head, as the weather here is dreadful. Great poem with beautifully discribed images, dreamlike. Regards Roscoe..

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

Nordic cloud

Mon, 2012-06-18 04:00

Nordic cloud's picture

Your bent, the curve,
a guise that like the clouds
can dissipate,

can change their shape
can cast out diagonal rain drops
beat arpeggios

of rhythmical decisions
rise in sunbeams
a misty dust of tiny stars,

astonish,
colour,
blaze the sky of our brains,
the inner heights
of the human skull,

hovering there
to impress our synapses
with the beauty
of this life.

Takk Steven Wolf.

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

Esker

Mon, 2012-06-18 05:05

Esker's picture

I have forgotten what this was
or reference too

a state of thinking
neither past nor present

a lucidity caught between a dream
and a reality

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Nordic cloud

Wed, 2012-06-20 03:44

Nordic cloud's picture

LOVE THAT Steven.

Ann

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

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