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e l l e k t r a c k . . s n o w s h u n z . . t w i n n a p r a i z e
rock the comfort
arm round
heart bound
the falling past the thoughts
shone luminous
born treacherous
pressed scrawled
in push script
bloodrun
an ink
viscous
a moment vicious
beneath
below
upon a new ideal
run
the droplets loved
a couplet urn
caught hurled
in pyre
overturned
spread hot
this ire
relinquish vows
caught choked
behind the veiled
clasp
a lucid grasp
hissing like a soul
streaming the
spent dream
blotting out a moon
behind the muted
clouds
the spirit scream
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Comments
billypringle
Sat, 2013-12-07 04:35
broken
reading this reminds me of someone going through the delirum tremens, incapable of putting words in a coherent sentence, gabbling desperation or prayer to a distant deaf god. I have seen this sort of prayer many times in northern churches as the victims of terror come in to ask why they are so victimized by life. There is a strange fascination in this work but is it poetry? Does it matter?
Jimm
Esker
Sat, 2013-12-07 09:59
poetry and prayers
you have delved well..
although i write from a crushed perspective
often times there are talismens
fragments of something tangible
hope for inspiration
hope not lost
there is a believe
the \'deaf gods\
i like hearing about your experience
and the comparisons of words
run out
the supllications
i watched many movies
independent fillms and books
the dialogues of character
that writers create from
real histories or vivid imaginations
sometimes in all of the dialogue
and broadcast there are the most
vivid of moments...
thank you for your insightful comments
on this poem or amble ramble
i am under the great stress i chose
only from pushing hard
today is a beautiful cold day
and my route the two miles to the
mall along the track route away
from the rush of societies engines
shall refresh me yet again
thank you
Esker
Sat, 2013-12-07 10:06
re read...
breaking past the usual far flung moments
wanting that new ground
but having to release all that is heavy
grounded dug in to carry
more like a refuge
a ridge to climnb
a desert journey
an odessey even
like the cry given before
going up over the wall
in world war one..
exhillarating and terrofying
thank you