BLOW UP

feeler of finder
the weepers
gather

clouds garnish steel eyes
like black feathered moss

there is ache
bleeding like so much loss

gun ink stains
chromium crystal fasting
in acid bath
the thin light
like depths

reaching
your voice
draws

blown up like memory
deals

Dead Mans Hand
the powder burn
entrancing

Janes wet eyes
sorrowed with
the love

the rapture of anguish

— Esker, Mar 11, 2010

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Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

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Patricia_legacy

16 years 2 months ago

Hi Esker

Nice poem. I'm not so sure what it's about but I liked it anyway. Pat

Esker

16 years 2 months ago

Hello Pat

I imagine the first contact of any new humankind to humankind the language would seem like poetry flowing The true translation would come in time it all would be unknowns so many teachings said Forgo your language and learn ours yet now we see that keeping the original tongue of youth is cherished in culture art historys and oral telling Here I am not inventing a new language but using english in a manner that is as stretching there will be many who will question and many who will find delight in such random (the new word of the millenium) association like graffiti on walls I remember "Jabberwocky" in high school and laughing at the arrangement this is not everyones cup but it is refreshing One of the reaons I enjoy coming here again Thank you for your stopping by its a beautiful day here! Esker~