TRACKS

cresote curls
the leaves falling one by one
yellow garnish
and hot nickle shines

down below the cool creek
the water smiles
the purple slag cradled
between the beams

there is light in your happiness
your hands in your pockets
and a haze that halts the
hour

but time is never wise
and slips away like rain
along a trough

and far down the curve
the light holds fast
where it flashs
on the rails

— Esker, Jun 11, 2010

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Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

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Critiques

Seren

15 years 12 months ago

the rails lit with the

the rails lit with the light of a new future a hearts promise is the miracle beautiful poetry steven love and hugs JayCee x x x ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")

Nordic cloud

15 years 12 months ago

on the surface of our perceptions

Ann of Norway Oh Steven how well you catch the glint of worth in all you write, the glints of reality, of the mundane and ugly there with the beautiful and the exotic; you have a pen directed by your mind's eye the one that SEES as other's maybe do not, but I think I see through your glasses, and they are not distorted by visions and overdone thoughts they are so wonderfully present, your scratchings' on the surface of our perceptions and we leave you with their aftermath of sensing the depth of what we live among, the essence of what is there to see if we will. And I will, and I love you for pointing out details so beautifully painted by your mind Steven. Ann. cresote =creosote nickle= nickel flashs= flashes

Esker

15 years 12 months ago

the trestle

grew up with the railroad I love the smell the light on the rails the structures that cross rivers and I love rivers for their flow their light that dances how alive they are how powerful bridges are spiritual experiences for me like certian people not all for me are so interesting but there are some that defy description of conventional beauty