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Sitting


bright say
hot like silver
thrown from the sprinkler

"Sit behind the wheel and turn the key"

She slides her denim on the vinyl
bouncing on the luxurious
feeling the weather
tightening slick as a snare
at the skyline

His hands on the leading edge
swinging the weight he's under
her  Opening the stainless
blade
and pressing them against the
metal warmth

wait for it.....

She feels the starter through
her heels
feels it singing
on ravensous flywheel teeth

she smiles and her eyes dilate
painted fingers wiggle the power
steering

he tells her he loves the sparks
and she revs the fuel inject

folds the scarred knife and slips
it against his thigh
and walks up to her open door
leaning on the roof

she looks up with the warmest eyes

— Esker, Mar 03, 2010

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Esker

Esker

16 years 3 months ago

Thank you for asking

"bright say" to me is human speech like sunshine on water when the sun first comes up the Flips of the waves the ripples and bright exclamations like people giving points the language dancing in passion They are talking They are saying Like waves dancing Like waves laughing Poems is about a bad starter on a car and the character has to crawl beneath the front Holding to the hood and grillwork place a folding knife between the positive and negative to engage the starter The female has to sit behind the wheel and hold the starter in the on position when the key is turned in the switch a pretty exposed spot but I guess its exciting when things work the car gets to start and they get to get going someplace Im hoping this helps your understanding much more Thanks for asking for further detailing on this poem Esker "Hot like silver, thrown from a sprinkler" first I guess its the morning I was thinking of when the sprinklers are going characters are awake ready to go In visual sketch the words would float free of balloon aid like water Like waking up thirsty from dreams words quenching falling bright!
seabhac

seabhac

16 years 3 months ago

Hi sorry i'm a bit late to this

I did get a lot of the imagery here and I did love the double meaning and the moments of confusion that then went...ahhh! when the lightbulb went on in my head. I did enjoy it ...one or two things I didn't quite get until I read the comments afterwards...cultural more than anything else. Best Wishes Seabhac
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pleiades

16 years 3 months ago

every act can be a work of

every act can be a work of poetic value... you've displayed that here who would have thought that starting a car, could be so lyrical? i am very much liking your turns of phrase throughout all of this i found myself wondering about the couple... what was their story? where were they going once he got the car started? i like the way you write...a little left of centre...a little outside the box terrific last line cheers p.