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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

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  1. BoFebruary 17, 2013 at 7:11 PM

    This is really good!

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  2. MaryFebruary 17, 2013 at 7:31 PM

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

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  3. Brian MillerFebruary 17, 2013 at 7:42 PM

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

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  4. MichaelFebruary 17, 2013 at 7:58 PM

    cool way of contrasting

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  5. UnknownFebruary 17, 2013 at 8:07 PM

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

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  6. Yvonne OsborneFebruary 17, 2013 at 8:27 PM

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

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  7. Tumblewords:February 17, 2013 at 10:34 PM

    Neglect worked magic here! Beautiful!

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  8. AnonymousFebruary 18, 2013 at 1:49 AM

    flows so well nice tale on the prompt

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  9. SueannFebruary 18, 2013 at 6:10 AM

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

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  10. KayFebruary 18, 2013 at 7:03 AM

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

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  11. BerowneFebruary 18, 2013 at 7:16 AM

    Visionary and rather spectral. Well done...

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  12. Laurie KolpFebruary 18, 2013 at 8:28 AM

    Powerful, emotive tone... strong piece!

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  13. HelenFebruary 18, 2013 at 12:57 PM

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

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  14. Susan AndersonFebruary 18, 2013 at 3:20 PM

    One of my favorites today.

    =)

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  15. MargaretFebruary 18, 2013 at 9:44 PM

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

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  16. Tess KincaidFebruary 19, 2013 at 1:40 PM

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

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  17. JinksyFebruary 19, 2013 at 1:43 PM

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

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  18. AnonymousFebruary 19, 2013 at 2:30 PM

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

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  19. Vodka MomFebruary 20, 2013 at 6:54 AM

    oh my GOD I LOVE THIS.



    wow

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  20. Silent Otto February 20, 2013 at 7:00 AM

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

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  21. Silent Otto February 20, 2013 at 7:01 AM

    Whoops sorry , Estherbrook

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  22. Carrie Van HornFebruary 20, 2013 at 7:43 PM

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

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  23. Frank WatsonFebruary 22, 2013 at 3:40 PM

    damn that was good! Love the soft then violent turn

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