Esker

May 23, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Petals in the rain

at the edge
the crumbled chalk
where larks sing
dark
against the bright

your charm has
dazzled me to the bone
the lenient graze
youve lent the kiss

and if you stood
on tiptoe on the
blade of green

if I looked through
veiled past
this harsh present

beading on the
tender bloom

the clouds have
promised their
silver
and drawn their
purse for pleasure

and it falls
sublime

touching what it
owns

— Esker, May 23, 2010

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Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

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Critiques

Esker

16 years ago

morning of the mourning dove

hear them calling past dusk and early dawn the rain is in the air the aches and carnage of scars waiting for the rain misting on the break where dark browser seething sits

Kailashana

16 years ago

The consummate poet reigns

The consummate poet reigns still. ~ under the crescent moon we sleep in tender blooms the green grass of life our hands against the wheat inside every heart-cage, the cries of a midnight loon blends with the mourning dove, we awaken harsh with light. ~A "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

16 years ago

re read your comment

I love the way you write "we awaken harsh with light." a cool line "we sleep in tender blooms" another good line the IN is what gets me and Harsh-with-light I love the reverse wording "Heart-cage" its where all feelings derive from i think and yes a cage very fitting i relate

raskin

16 years ago

This is fantastic, you

This is fantastic, you have written in such a way to give a feeling of a flower bending. Such gentleness, delicacy in the words. A soft touch with this. Admirable. raskin

Esker

16 years ago

It isnt raining yet but

colour comes out the visible light spectrum gets turned down and the radiant light of some blossoms some flowers just glow much like people I love the walkway gardens in my city and waiting at the bus shelters everyone has their own special charm and beauty about them all different all glowing with life but when its overcast when there is the filter of cloud shadow its more so

xena465

16 years ago

I'm with Raskin

Fabulous writing Esker...you're a wee dark horse that's been hiding all this lovely heart and soul...super stuff. Just one wee typo... {youve} lent the kiss [you’ve] Rosina xena465

lyz

16 years ago

Hi there stranger

How I have missed your work. No excuse, so I apologize. This poem emits so much beauty. You always capture the reader, our dear wordsmith. I am seeing with you your words. I needed such a lift, and your poem has accommodated me this morn. We have had sunny Autumn days, a week of rain and today, dull but dry. Our leaves have finally fallen and littered the lawn with gold. I hope all has been well with you and yours. Love to all. XX A+

Esker

16 years ago

Poetry is

its expression passion depths sublime sublties given to sooth ignite instruct and calm placid need turbid want (for P) Your Autumn day sounded beautiful Im glad that my poem helped you makes my purpose here worthwhile thank you Esker~

odd molly

16 years ago

Just came back from a long

Just came back from a long walk in the woods. This time of the year is the most beautiful .. the light as if pearls have been crushed and powdered and the powder ground so fine so fine and it is dancing in the air making the world look like a fairy tale picture and the green newborn leaves on the trees shimmering like your poem which I find being the most delicate and beautiful. You are a amazingly good writer. I found lilies of the valley and picked some to put on my kitchen table. The little white bells and the scent are just heavenly.. I loved it that I found your poem when I returned home because it goes so well with everything I have seen today. Your words sing of love and passion. Thank You Esker. love. o molly

pleiades

16 years ago

your charm has dazzled me to

your charm has dazzled me to the bone the lenient graze youve lent the kiss i kept coming back to this stanza after each read... so very beautiful so tender you have woven emotion and nature so skillfully here...seamless transition...mesh and meld of feeling if this poem was a picture, i feel i would be looking at it through a filmy gauze edges soft and slightly blurred a shimmer in the air sparkles a strong sense of quiet beauty in this line 8...graze did you mean grace? p

Esker

15 years 11 months ago

Graceful gaze/ Grazing Grace

it could and would work either way Leanne Thank you for the indepth and honest reply about feeling on this poem I am always trying to come up with something different and yet maintian my own style but its so much a struggle where in todays world there are so many now and the same same will evolve But I keep persisting and I love to dazzle

Mark

16 years ago

good morning

I just enjoyed reading this very much..nothing heavy from me here..just great poetry, Esker - touching what it owns (great line of thinking) Thanks, Mark Resilient Flexibility RUN; when there seems to be no answer common sense will not speak, so run - -go running..

DawningDaytripper

16 years ago

This was, well your word

This was, well your word worked best Esker, Sublime! Charming nature write, I really enjoyed it. Julie D.D.

Arrow

16 years ago

Mark wrote that you had written a beauty

and you have. These lines: if I looked through veiled past this harsh present beading on the tender bloom are some of the most poignant I've read on the human condition and alone would have been enough for me.

Grassfield

16 years ago

My hat is off

Your words are the words of a Bard!!!! Such beauty ...and on the internet...damn, I don't think I've ever been jealous of another poet's words...at least not a live poet! Bravo! Bravo! I* will definitely seek more of your beautiful poetry. Just a super write!

shane

16 years ago

Absolutely Beautiful!

This is beautiful. I love everything about this poem, the words, the imagery, the melody, Its wonderful. There are poems one would reread 100 times and this is one of those.

Cloudthings

16 years ago

Spotlit as you should be!!!

Hooray. Spotlit as you should certainly be!! This stole my poet heart, & I am happy to allow it to dwell here for a while on such pleasant lines. Your writing has always been exceptional & this is no exception. As gracefully as possible Anni~ "Three passions have governed my life: The longings for love, the search for knowledge, And unbearable pity for the suffering of [humankind]." Bertrand Russell

Race_9togo

16 years ago

Hey my friend

It's gonna take me some time to get used to "Esker". 4:33 AM on the dark side of the planet, and in the depth of my insomnia I discover a sacred light in another timelessness wrought with words that shine by someone whose work I have sorely missed. "youve" should be "you've"...as usual, the only criticism is a tiny misspelling. I guess I'll have to refer to my "Esker fix" now, instead! And THIS poem - for any of you who don't know - is REAL spotlight material. Nominated. Respectfully Jim "Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race

seabhac

16 years ago

Hi Esker

The light of lovely has touched this beautiful expressive moment. Your sharing has touched the world with gentle fingertips of reason. Thanks Seabhac

Esker

15 years 10 months ago

Sensation and metaphor

write the word "Petals" immediate reaction everyone has wished upone a daisy flowers are associated with either joy or death in our society gardens for admiration admonishements (dont touch) or touch (look at how soft) there is always a focused associating with this so its a good title This is not about a flower not my true intent but about a person who has gone through many trials and is now just coming into their own the rain the storm of life passed just and the new freedom emerging after all these years the beauty was just a good comparable and I was able to sculpt the poem in a metaphor around my intent one day i will be able to just write in a first person descript but I love the setting up of the layers and reactions from the readership Esker~