Morning light and easy

wake up dreaming
asleep in subtle real

dress casual in Now
catching morning nods
and frowns on cool
bright tangerine light

my shoes are travellers
flowing
taking me through
the blocks
and streets

shops and shopkeeps
bright electric cars
and deisels

and birds that ask nothing
but to greet their new
hour with cheer

and there goes I
the simple
the plain

— Esker, Mar 09, 2010

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Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

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Critiques

Lenny of Cohen

16 years 2 months ago

An...

enchanting read which I thoroughly enjoyed. Love, Light and Laughter to All Beings Namaste, Lenny

Esker

16 years 2 months ago

So life gives

we are wound with copper and our core is carbon magnetite spins my ideals and words and the other well that is the greater Beings gift that I share thank you!

pleiades

16 years 2 months ago

one of my absolute

one of my absolute favourites from you concise...no waste of words, and each word chosen has maximum effect from your title [which is terrific] until your last word, i find this so well writ it's tight...yet not restrained "catching morning nods and frowns on cool bright tangerine light" how do you do it? you continuously take the everday and have it sound like a thing of beauty, with your unique descriptors i too, dress casual in Now! love, love, love this one p.

Esker

16 years 2 months ago

Morning Eceptionals

headlines decrie mans woes and wins but to me the bird and squirell may outlive us all I try my best to give a poem a nod's worth at this age I have found complexities the puzzle that I fit to unwind place to peice Thank You Esker~

Esker

16 years 2 months ago

........dusk dust

its cloud suprise in the aftermath of the great lean this sky breath wise and broken ice shattered by nights hand in the mid land hear the song the cry of gulls sun teething on new birthed ideals sanctity in bells peal the lava laughter of the black hat man pocket ideas sliding text tatter fragments we inhale like hot bus heat like yellow tailed winds spinning their jargon papers lost lifes print out textiles raised and lost again in golden hued abstractions .... Esker~