Tepid

grown like scales
the inched age
ghost wrists
on faucet spout
still bright in
tube flourescent eyes

flicking like white tongue
on the tile

whom am I
leaning to the mirror
behind the banister
greatness of the
basin

milked frost glass

the abandoned shavers
and brushs
with worn handles

there is wind seeping
like tears behind the
window

and beyond the opaque
thoughts
are running feilds
blonde and full
of hawthorn pain

You are my receptor
in my brain volts
like a tablet weighed
inside the smile

washed down with
cool taste

your fluency in Poet
soothes the savage
beast

and pools of water
throw light temptations
on the grid
and the drain
swallows this
false moonlight
in little gulps

— Esker, May 20, 2010

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

Favorite Poets: Klo , .., Ida, .., Rhiannon1010, .., Pleiades, .., Valryianne, .., Ester, .., Stephanie, .., Emina Smajevic, ..., Elefentee, ..., Sommer Lyn, ..., Jasmine, ..., Rula, ...

Critiques

Esker

16 years ago

no longer bitter

about the way I lived or had to be there is motion now where before only swimmers kick to stay in place while the waves of life drowned others there was solid sand and I followed this to shore past cobbled doubt to stand now on the meadowland of Now there was a then rich in profusion and doubts but I can see light through shadowed night there is beauty in those existances And in realtime I have to go to work so Until again (last line for you whom I will not forget and whom will write still in time.........)

pleiades

16 years ago

there’s times you don’t

there's times you don't make it easy for the reader, and i think that's one of the best things about your poetry, because it challenges the reader to REALLY think about just what it is they are reading, and that brings about imagination and imagery this was that kind of write for me. the more i read it, the more the message, and the imagery slowly unfolded...revealed itself in stages, much like the stripper reveals glimpses of skin...piece by piece i could almost see the character leaning over basin, staring into the mirror...trying to catch sight of who he is from 'you are my receptor', it seemed to take a different turn... it became outward, after being inward "...and the drain swallows this false moonlight in little gulps" fantastic phrasing! i love your voice...your unique voice and then i come to your comments... ...sigh...

Esker

16 years ago

My Pleiades

wrote you this fine reply and in my tired state sent it somewhere via keyboard internet land ah well a day later I have never had the connection I have had with another artisticaly like this in a long long time many have fowarded me with connectedness and have fallen back (thats okay) but you your feirceness I feel I can well relate too I admire this so much value this not many can actually make the break from comfort home to the creative fire pit of here and Now and yet here we are You are the first thank You I so value this Esker~

Esker

16 years ago

Until again.........

You read this and know away and I hungered like the wolf for crumbs my mind like his nose with only tell fragments the night the refuge where there was the fire to stand on the bridge alone and listen to the song of water all the fall and spring deluge we rained gathering mists in dark hair and thick brow density the pretty eyes the coy mindspeak how it tumbled like darkness when the tip of dust rises the Then of Us (for "Hood")