DEFT

Back window black
face full of night
and all the polish
niche hope
keeping like tiles

I turn the wheel
of the dialer
my finger finding
numbers

press the old
pink handset to my
ear
leaning against the
tile and wallpaper
still wearing the
leather

pocket full of Vodka
in that hip flash bottle

all the miles I can hear
the hiss the crackle
then the phone ringing
and she is there
waiting for this

sultry sotto
drawing words out
we can laugh
and we can cry
listening when the
spaces are drawn
out like reel to reel
six track

push my button
Play
and I can
Record

all your love and
ache

and fall awake
dreaming
drowsy dawn
burning bright
fire streamers

awake awake
time to break

— Esker, Jul 02, 2010

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Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

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Critiques

judyanne

15 years 11 months ago

very descriptive

i had a little trouble deciphering - 'and all the polish niche hope keeping like tiles' but the rest reads very smoothly and hauntingly great job esker love judy xxxx http://www.strategicpublishinggroup.com/title/TwentyMyPrettyPonies.html

Esker

15 years 11 months ago

Judyanne

precipitate towards event goal anticipation this build up of emotion intensity focused meeting someone phone call ending something the kitchen was tiled and gleamed under the light and they are all squares partitions of design all same but different the grout delinear thoughts I was taught are to be put in boxes in partitioned area to try to forensically award places to what would seem complete random thought occurance in the kitchen waiting for that call in that mood that hieghtened moment the tiles became the data home I could feel what would belong in this and there I could make the patterns and the phone was ringing niche hope used to be slide shows now its data cards from picture digital or for the hard core the old negative and silver photo paper its all about being organized and driven consumed obsessed rather then just running with no discipline of order (that kid though is harder to decipher) my poems are only simple headings to what lies hulking behind all their meaning for me I love them all

judyanne

15 years 11 months ago

thanks for the insight esker

i appreciate the write even more now - and i loved it heaps before cheers judy xxxx http://www.strategicpublishinggroup.com/title/TwentyMyPrettyPonies.html

Esker

15 years 11 months ago

glad you like the poem

thank you