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Sunday, February 17, 2013

estherbrook

at the core
of my every tossed
and turned
my every blessed,
cursed knot
lies Estherbrook

god damn her
stone hearth and soulless board
her sour
maggot studded bosom
unloving
indifferent

to watch her
wither and grow craggy
unkempt
by my unfailing,
rich neglect
warms my heart well


Rene ~ February 18, 2013
For Magpie Tales
Image: "Wind of History" Jacek Yerka

23 comments:

  1. Estherbrook is this home, I assume. You have really given it character in your poem! Nice.

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  2. but you know it will haunt you ever more...no matter how much you neglect it...smiles....

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  3. Worst. Mother's Day card. Ever. :)

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  4. I like the name Estherbrook. This place needed a name.

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  5. Neglect worked magic here! Beautiful!

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  6. flows so well nice tale on the prompt

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  7. Beautifully done..."neglect done so well" ....nicely put'
    Hugs
    ?SueAnn

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  8. i like that you gave the house a name..x

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  9. Visionary and rather spectral. Well done...

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  10. Powerful, emotive tone... strong piece!

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  11. Oooooooh, do you think she can be re-habbed? doubtful :-)

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  12. One of my favorites today.

    =)

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  13. Splendidly brilliant. Well done, I love the whole tone of this.

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  14. My unfailing rich neglect...oh I love...and can so relate...

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  15. Attached to a place like that? Sheesh - what a thought...

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  16. truly splendid...a memorable and stark piece. thanks for this.

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  17. Even Eatherbrook is beautiful in her own way. Cheers, Rene

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  18. Intense write....love the imagery in this Rene!!

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  19. damn that was good! Love the soft then violent turn

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