Scarce Realm

I can feel your warmth
the quilt steady
the window tall
and vacant to the night

These walls are full
of years
the victorian cold
the kitchen filled with
parking lot eyes
where snowflakes drift
like ashes

molten ghosts
muffled

I walk the wooden floors
and listen to the wind
talking in the limbs
of gnarled witness

you will talk
and whimper in your dreams
I will sit in the chair
knowing which spirit
will roam

and the storm will howl
like a hunting pack
my hunger filled eyes
will wait

— Esker, May 18, 2010

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Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

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Critiques

raskin

16 years ago

Visceral images my

Visceral images my favorite is parking lot eyes, I think of wide open and vacant. Very good. raskin

Esker

16 years ago

Like Love mourned

releics laying tattered pressed by rain freshness on the black reality hearts torn in two memories aborted curled at the cracks the dust gritty and smarting when dry winds blow the pain the emotional blows of parting the wounds never dressed of those before us patching the warrior supporting the coward sauve for the unfeeling I am the shape in the window of past refuge I am the cold rain soaked wonder walking over the lines faded past the brooding hulks of parked emotions

Esker

15 years 11 months ago

howl is the wind

these glacial fires spitting in the wind tossed fray your golden fairness touched with frost your midnight looks aflame with sight the well of eyes burning with their scavenged discs soft hued green sublime as a dream these thoughts hold flight metamorphasis this taste let ache and ruin shed the haste

raskin

15 years 11 months ago

Your poetry is always

Your poetry is always interesting, the wording, images. I think about them, I savor your poems. I'm glad you are willing to share them. raskin

themoonman

15 years 11 months ago

Steven...

I've been lax in reading lately, and this poem of yours makes me ashamed of that. You, who can take a room and put such depth into what so many strive for... thank you for sharing with us Steven Richard