lake erie time 12:45 am
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The day breaks away from me
and i feel alive
most alive i feel
when i let myself fall into dream
there are no limitations
from myself
or anyone else
free from this shell,
and root in grasp...
i climb.
my foot grazes a rock and starts to bleed
the pain is real
yet hurts less than the promise of morning.
i keep climbing.
night shirt ripping
arms and legs getting dirty
i am where i belong
i hear no echo of disappointments
only my breath
the seasons are changing
even in the darkened forest, the leaves are falling
i reach up and grab the nearest root
and it breaks, sending me down
where i began
i sit up and look around
i am nowhere near where i started
a hallow of precious stones
with colors Ive never seen
my reflection stares back at me
i am different
the clicking of typewriter keys startles me
somewhere in the distance... i am not alone
the darkened forest
has let someone in
i can only imagine
it being a lover of ink
this is after all, where inspiration does its fermenting
before i can feel them
my legs are carrying me towards the sound
i stop
and feel the caress of feline acceptance on my leg
i look up, and the words find me
"-lake Erie 12:45 am-"
He stands and takes my hand
twirling me round and round, leading me in dance.
i twirl and his lips touch my forehead
when i pull back to look up, he is gone.
i touch my forehead and feel something
i look at my hand
black ink.
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....well my dear Miss Steph Shakespeare - you have truly reached a new level/a new high in your writing and in which I have said many times before this is the best time in your life as a writer, perhaps because of internal/external circumstances in your life, often creative people like you, me and Saddlerider come up with our 'best stuff' when the chips are down or when we have conflict in our lives ..... either way I am so glad to have found you my dear dear friend and at a time when you write like a true force of nature and yes a man can go through several lifetimes and not meet a woman like you - and I am that lucky man - and you are that most incredible woman! If this is a dream - then don't wake me up because it seems so real - and 'real'ly - there is no one quite like you my dear!
lake erie time 6:51pm
saddlerider1-
"the smell of the weeds drifting on the shoreline are like whispers to your soul"
wow, i read that while listening to the clair de lune i posted here, and it seriously moved me. i feel now more than ever that i am in perfect company here.
Epigramman- you inspire me. our talks and our dream walks inspire me. i am a writer all alone yes, but your friendship brings certain inspirations out of me that would not have been there had you not been there. my lover in ink. your ink marks leave me writing with a smile. :) .
....and yes you picked two of the best pieces of music too - 1. the sublime Clair de Lune by Debussy
2. and the beating of my heart for you
lake erie timeless for you but if you really need to know it's 8:13pm
I feel as a trespasser in the conversation here, but wonderful again. I love the final image of black ink. Your work keeps getting tighter and tighter.
seicheprey- hey ive been there, wanted to comment and felt like i was a third wheel lol. there are no trespassers here on my hubs! Thank you so much for saying that about my writing. :) .
I loved the poetry and personification of the imagery. It leaves a soothing taste that lingers for a long time.
As I purse my ink-soaked lips in the timelessness of Lake Eire's prolific prose, I kiss the forehead of Pink'um the precious poet. As Ken and Colin have observed so well, there is an arrival and change that your own words foretell. As you stagger through your dream, your images become staggering. To weave the tapping of the keys and the kiss of ink makes one think that our words travel great distances as we dream. Colin's influence upon your writing is undeniable but you own every word. When the bough breaks, the baby will fall, down will come baby, cradle and all. Your work is an inspiration for all.
thank you slingobay. thank you.
....coming back to this one also for another warm embrace on a day when I need it ......
lake erie time ontario canada 2:58pm
and so great to see our friend here Gerry
Absolutely beautiful. The ending is echoing inside my head.
thank you for the beautiful comment blaise25, this is the tyoe of writing that i do that completely expresses where all of my writing comes from. and to have that be called beautiful, well that just leaves me in awe.
Pink,
pink pink pink pink,
Lake erie 1245am have you ever been on lake Erie at 1245 am...i have-
let me paint you my version....
ah the lake at night the water hits the shore...*sniff sniff8 whats that smell- ah yes dead fish and smoke stacks
wheeewww that stinks ..
yeow... whats that in the sand I just stepped on great a fish skeloton- that explains the smell... what are all those lights on the shore- oh yea- its Canada,,,, wow hat water is cold what the heck it was like 90 the past 3 weeks and the water is cold ewe what just brushed my leg eeewwe algae seaweed ... ouch ouch ouch so many
f*(&1n rocks oh yes finally sand ...
the bars are hopping tonight
dang its dark-whats that smell now.. getting cold out here... damn Im going to Freindlys
That my dear is the Lake Erie I know at 1245...
HA...
TH
What a beautiful piece of you. I know the depth of emotion in you. He is a wonderful light.
lol, thank you Tom for that very vivid and honest picture of Lake Erie at 12:45 am. i however have a more romantic notion of the place in my mind curtousy of our dear Epigramman. But i did laugh very hard at that. lol
JadedLove, thank you and yes he is wonderful. I imagine him scooping me up in his arms sometimes and taking me to a place where i am older or he is younger-does not matter at all which- and dancing on the lapping water on Lake Erie. But i have to tell you, i wouldnt even need the transformation. It sends me swooning when someone has such beauty poring out of their finger tips onto paper or screen. It may be a blessing or a curse, but i am a lover of souls.
Brilliant ,another masterpiece,and I'm glad I came accross you on here.
Take care and have a great day.
Eiddwen.
wow.good work. U continue to impress me!
saddlerider1 Level 7 Commenter 8 months ago
Wonderful imagery, imagination flowing like a true poet. The lake draws you nearer to the black ink of his kiss. The water is warm, two hearts draw closer the sand is warm and tender to your toes and the smell of the weeds drifting on the shoreline are like whispers to your soul.
Ms feline draws near to thee and caresses your moist leg and her fur feels soft to the touch and then the kiss, the purr, the left trace of ink on your forehead and then you awaken from deep sleep.
Nicely done, loved it.Rated way up and beautiful...