by Cam M   Aug 25, 2008

Sweat, on canvas
silk, on screen
blood, caking the daisys
yeast, craving a dream

winter, begets an epoch
changing fashion, always late
wings, adorn the drawings
leaves roil, in moon's wake

flipping fries, greasy pans
turn blind ear, echos cease
gentle purring, filed claws
cool zephyr, heathen arising

tempered iron, mildew spent
singed tempers, toffee burnt
mellow musings, heaven's gate
golden fallacy, sworn to dust

work of aeons, committed thus
eked, from such as these
time, a fabled cornerstone
to every work, of art

of endeavour, of largesse
forever, competing goals
burning script, never so easy
as when that night, the match was struck


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  • 9 years ago

    by ReBecca

    I couldnt flow with this as poetry. I saw it more as a song that is being sung, or maybe that is how it flowed in me. I kept putting a beat behind it when I read it. Whatever, I liked it.

  • 9 years ago

    by Cindy

    What a very deep and intense piece this is. The imagery and word choices are teriffic. You did an excellent job on this.
    Take CareCindy

  • 9 years ago

    by Ed or Ian Henderson

    This is very curious. While the vocabulary and structure are very pleasing, I did find it hard to find any clear direction. I love poetry that has subtle ambiguity enough to give many a reader a feeling that they can identify with the words, but I found this very hard going. It may be that it's a deliberately technical masterpiece, but as an exercise in poetic leisure I found it cumbersome and uncomfortable. That said, I would love to truly know the story or intent behind it.

  • 9 years ago

    by Rachel RTVW

    Clever word play, excellent word choice. An intriguing and thought provoking piece.

  • 9 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    This is so beautifully written, I love the descriptive words you used and this was just awesome! Keep writing, always and forever....