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Brash



Can I still see the excitment
brimming
the tension in your voice
spilling
standing right against
me while I sip my
likewarm Nescate

Bolero Jacket
and clam diggers

You were dating
the musuem
director

You with your fiery
beauty
and abundance
of good charm

Asking me to join
you for lunch
I was overwhelmned
at the offer

drowing in your
spotlight
I softly declined
and still see
the smile
falling on your
freckled dismay

we walked though
till I turned off on
my street

the city so busy
about us

I can still see you
walking away
your tall slight
form
your bright curls
auburn

I can never return
with what I am
today and tell
you I would
be delighted

I wish you well
my long ago freind

— Esker, May 21, 2010

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Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years ago

“I wish you well my long

"I wish you well my long ago friend." Beautiful poem, beautiful heart you have. Your poetry is always sublime, au natural. ~A I'll leave the spelling errors for you to discover or not. "Just as what you dream is your own and no one else can observe it, so the world you see is your own." ~ Nisargadatta
Esker

Esker

16 years ago

Kali

thanks for leaving me this thoughtful comment I had been leaving distance unsure and am glad you bridged the distance for all my brashness I am so caught in how others think of me I at the core like all are good the superflous attributes greatly agrevated by time pain hurts upheavals there is a bad to me but I fight to keep the good the simple there is something decent of this its not easy I am sorry for my spelling errors I know they distract like flies on filet mignon and yet are they not natural my bumps and warts my imperfections I have said I leave these to make me more fitting in but I do have the laze thank you I will try to correct them my one true bane of many I read you you know fascinated at your proud bearing How you thrust yourself at the leading edge Poetess So glad you have come here to leave a comment Esker~
Esker

Esker

16 years ago

Petra timmerman

she exists in Ontario Art College one day in first year foundation I was staying on Avenue road in a third story victorian with freinds Robinsons Residences were managing the property good people all anyway Petra was this beautiful red head from high school who was accepted there and we talked in the cafeteria at McCaul Street Toronto and she did ask me for lunch one day and I was so new then so timid and shy then I should have gone with her and Henry with his Jazz muscian freinds Henrys father then was Manager of the federal prisons of canada actual his name now I recall was James M. anyway Petra was beautiful she was something and still is wherever she is Im just sad I wasnt man enough to go with her that day I still think of it
xena465

xena465

16 years ago

Lovely Esker

I really enjoyed reading this. I've pointed out the spelling for you...I hope you don't mind...just want to help... Can I still see the {excitment}. …[excitement] brimming the tension in your voice spilling standing right against me while I sip my {likewarm Nescate} …[lukewarm Nescafe] You were dating the {musuem} …[museum] director Asking me to join you for lunch I was {overwhelmned} …[overwhelmed] at the offer {drowing} in your …[drowning] spotlight I softly declined and still see the smile falling on your freckled dismay I wish you well my long ago {freind} …[friend] Rosina xena465
Esker

Esker

16 years ago

Rosina!

how I cherish correction How are we to become better poets without our fellows helping us thank you my freind You impress me with knowledge of the spoken word I in a hurry to put this to print hamner words on my keyboard and then here we are discussing where I erred thank you my diligent freind You with Keen eye for detail and I tell you detail I love and yet I am so rushed to just put output that I say To hell with accuracy and yet is it not accuracy that is an art I am so happy that you caught this that I can write this so true you are I am happy that you care to comment here critique thank you thank you from Esker
xena465

xena465

16 years ago

Gee Esker, thanks

Rushing your poems only spoils their true meaning, and with too many spelling mistakes it spoils it for the reader and it loses its greatness. If you have a Spell-checker it's a great help to use it. There is a spell-check you can do on the submit page too. It's not 100% accurate but it can help. I’m no expert Esker, but I’ll gladly help where I can. Rosina xena465
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Grassfield

16 years ago

WOW!

Another captured image filled with deep emotion! Loveed it! Been there...regrets...like ...we all have them...i hope...I'm rambling...still green...still with my hat off to you Bard and your words of beauty...Enjoyed!