Red Rivened

the saffron streetlmap glow
lifts through the dewy branch
the cloy shadow

the fat leaves spinning in nights breath

slept to darkness a day ago
and slept through today
exhausted
sometimes it happens

and in the dreamfeild picking
ways cross bridges
through houses long lost
and voices not heard
in decades

charade went on and on
the chrome of the cars winking
in the parking lot

the rain singing
on the soft curved windshield
listening to the wind creak
as it shuttles around

the teardrop bending like notes
the seat making noises as I
shove myself to a better
position leaning with my
head against the cold glass

morning a million miles
away

sunrise red rivened and stretched
the birds speaking
the road waiting

drive to away
to be
of all that was and never could

— Esker, Jul 12, 2010

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Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

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Critiques

Electric Blue

15 years 11 months ago

Red Rivened

Esker Red Rivened caught my eye making me think of the sky of sunrise Street lamps with halo glow hidden by leaves on the trees exhausted sleep I do know finishing night duty now after 60hr shift. Sleep comes easily On route dreamfield picking of sights and sounds of the past and the signaling lights in that parking lot But as you drive the rain drops as notes fall upon your windscreen The wind creeps inside the cracks a shudder you feel making you move around in your seat to get comfortable As I drive through the night too morning seems a million miles away in the far distance Birds awake the dawn's silence the road goes on and on but I never reach the horizon Of what could be Esker I am with you ever step of the way - Maybe it is me inside of your head if this is so sweet dreams be Electric Blue

Esker

15 years 11 months ago

burning horizon

wind swept and feathered with wind breath of heaven darkness breeched all the stars dipping out one by one drowning in the great fields of colour such long shifts So glad my poems can maybe bring peace sometimes the answers are just never to be answered we just own what is now and sometimes like these dreams move amidst the past now I have to go back there while night closes in .....