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T A R..R O A D
"Page of swords"
the shiny deck
while outside the rain
fell down
dancing on the darkness
the light from above
just there
The shadows black and oiled
with the purpose of the day
even the birds were holed up
huddled in the wet
dark eye closed and sleeping
like the whole world was dreaming
inside the deck was my story
unfolding in reversal
like a slide show
just another round of comfort
in this chill fall town
out on the lake
the waves were washing
the shore
angry and alive
the noon whistle blew
and an ambulance screamed
past outside the windows
of the shop
like a shrieking bird
fiery and full of motion
and fury
there is a sadness
heaped like a great ruin
in the wastelands
out in the wilderness
of my soul
away from the grey ghosts
with this damp sooty sky
my leg was cramping
and the cards were falling
I was hungry for more
down there on tar road
where the stars shine
at night
more rain to heal the
winds worry
when my story will
be told
before I get old
Comments
Geezer
Mon, 2012-07-02 15:03
It is great to see you still here...
I have been away for a couple of months and it is great to see you still here and making poetry. I am always aware that what the poet writes, is not always interpeted as what he or she means, but I always get a sense of what you intended. Your word pictures are always intriquing and I identify with many of them, keep up the good work! ~ Gee
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Esker
Mon, 2012-07-02 17:18
I grew up not mixing with others
Just my nature what others sensed about me
so a lot of times I stayed off just watching
just walking about.. Asthma kept me from sports
and I was a loner and a social intelligencia
cliche group belonger A lot of thoughts were
in my head although in real life all I do is chatter
on at times Stories observations etc..
I was always careful of just speaking out straight
after seeing a few people do this and end up
poorly for it... sometimes that ideal blinds to the
edge and falling off is not an option
Question with a question was something I
learned Subtleties and nuances
differences between a radical and rebel I guess
and I like the haunted artistic scripts and writes
I like things I cant undestand at times
beautiful things that meaning sometimes
is not conveyed
I love that mystery about it
I wondered where you were Gee
Glad to see you back
I was over on the old Neoland
reading and still go there
I like that its haunted now
this place is too amazing to
leave be
after all these years its my favourite
place
Ian.T
Mon, 2012-07-02 18:03
Steve
A grand take on the Bitch of Men, with your play on words and sneaky preview of what you are writing about you should have signed yourself as
T. A. R. Mc Adam from Los Angeles springs..
No be quiet Sparrow, this piece is right up there with one of your best and the descriptions of things elite, Yours Ian.T
there is a sadness
heaped like a great ruin
in the wastelands
out in the wilderness
of my soul
For you to write these words means that there is no loneliness there, because if you are aware of being lonely then you have the ability to be among others without moving, Yours Ian
.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
Esker
Tue, 2012-07-03 01:17
Bitch of Men
sounds like Bitumen
and carbolic soap
I have used this since
1985 when I was twenty
and a chimney sweep
to take off the creosote
and ash
I even had the long jacket
and looked for a top hat
that would fit to no avail
Ian.T
Tue, 2012-07-03 02:28
Steve
It was as you read Bitumen as your title was Tar road I thought that I would play and the name tarmacadam is another name for a surface used on the roads lol, Go well young man and keep those Gems coming,
Yours Ian.T
.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
BlueDemon77
Tue, 2012-07-03 03:10
Esker, great work
From the few pieces I've read of your work so far, I've had the sensation that your work is not most effective by simply reading and analysing but by letting go and falling headlong through it. This one is no exception. Though I'm a Tarot enthusiast since 1987 via Waite, Crowley, and Jadorowsky, I felt the symbolism of the listed page of swords only a minor image. It's a visceral open statement of an intent to rush to read that last falling card....powerful!
Ron
Blue Demon77
"What I want is to be what I was before the knife,
before the brooch pin, before the salve, fixed me in this parenthesis:
Horses fluent in the wind. A place, a time gone out of mind."
The Eye Mote-Sylvia Plath
loved
Tue, 2012-07-03 03:49
uniquely
marvelous
'''''there is a sadness
heaped like a great ruin
in the wastelands
out in the wilderness
of my soul...'' ....esker
such deep thoughts weigh upon my heart
as sands of time
collapse like a wall
ruined at last
not in the wilderness as yours
but as my eternity
twas ...loved's
loved