Cauterize

stuanch words
I dont listen
your eyes directing
hand on my arm

let me just be
holding on to echos
in the sequence

rival glory link of dream
slip beneath the darkness
and Im anchored fast
grounded with this

we birthed drama through
fire We mixed in stream
of hot and laughed through
flames

and in the touch the sparks
rise like a fast evening

— Esker, Jun 18, 2010

About This Poem

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Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

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Critiques

Kailashana

15 years 11 months ago

fast evening, but slow

fast evening, but slow hands... ;-) ~ The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy. ~ Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Esker

15 years 11 months ago

limp

dragging that history chained around one length it slows me when the thunder rolls and the sunshine suspense glints like sharp teeth these glamour rainbows only glow against the dark its only fair to say that sitting all alone is where this ends the fold of us creased like a cheap paper heart smelling of time and empty kisses

Seren

15 years 11 months ago

languid evenings with slow

languid evenings with slow hands ... with a bottle of something to mellow the jarring of the day loved your poem hun 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 11 months ago

Oh you tickle my imagination with a touch on my arm

Ann of Norway Oh you tickle my imagination with a touch on my arm this I loved to ponder and translate for myself and found at each session I had created another totally different one, and so on, as you jog our minds from stupor into the light of the now and the colours and flavours of you mind, with a teaspoon of sugar make us dance, yes we dance for you here in the swing of it all. Dear Steven.