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goodnight visions have passed each other in their own way
plodding or flying you are deaf to it or any other noise
but the white noise,static they call it
first rumblings
no , vibrations
of a new star beginning

i stand in front of a foggy bathroom mirror
reflection a purpose of movement
in honey wax candle light

a horse hair brush stolen
and washed out beyond van gogh’s
sacre bleu

dipping the brush into the sink
i drag three horizontal water lines
over my left chest
exposing my own lean sinopia
and under-layer

the wall there is always fresh

for 21 years
in april
i paint a new poem of you

sky child
i know you are gone

an earth child
muddy and wet
and sinopia red
each year
one spring seed
of mine
burns a hole
through a time lapse

i wear black jeans,
bare feet, and a ripped sweatshirt
to the alabaster bridge
and toss a single gardenia
into the hidden might of the tioughnioga

© by ebiemer

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Comments

  • Donna19
    Donna19over 1 year ago
    Your last two works have really seemed so different. I like the beautiful stories you tell. This one is exceptional Erich. I loved the line ’van gogh’s sacre bleu" got me smiling here. Your use of the Tioughnioga, brought back memories of the Moravians. I used to live around many of them. Loved their sugar cakes:) That river is lovely. Beautiful work, had to read it twice.
  • thank you donna…

    – erichbiemer

  • devotee1
    devotee1over 1 year ago

    Yep, some people touch our hearts so deeply that when they are gone, our own light dims as well, sometimes a dimness that never to stay with us for the rest of our lives. My Josie is one of those lights. And since her tragic parting, I have never been fully alive. Great read, erich; hope I have interpreted this one correctly. Have a great day, my friend!

  • indeed they do….

    – erichbiemer

  • Arco Iris  R
    Arco Iris Rover 1 year ago

    the wall there is always fresh
    for 21 years
    in april
    i paint a new poem of you
    sky child
    i know you are gone

    an earth child
    muddy and wet
    and sinopia red
    each year
    one spring seed
    of mine
    burns a hole
    through a time lapse

    Namaste

  • thank you iris…

    – erichbiemer

  • woodie123
    woodie123over 1 year ago

    I understand this. Every year the time portal takes you back to That day…. I feel.

  • thank you woodie…
    namaste

    – erichbiemer

  • JaneRoberts
    JaneRobertsover 1 year ago

    Beautiful. I shed a tear. xx

  • thank you jane…

    – erichbiemer

  • SteveD49
    SteveD49over 1 year ago

    The gift to move, that’s you.

  • i am grateful you fell it steve…

    – erichbiemer

  • autumnwind
    autumnwindover 1 year ago

    this is truly beautiful erich. they way you write, is an honor for whom you write it for. such a great title, too. you are a teacher to every poet, a gift to all those who know you, I have no doubt. this reads like a tribute from the depths of your heart.
    hugs for you, shar xoxoxoxxo

  • thanks as always shar…

    – erichbiemer

  • tori yule
    tori yuleover 1 year ago


    Congratulations! Extraordinary write on loss. You are a master poet!
    View your feature here and join me in congratulating your co-creators
    April 2013

  • thank you tori….maybe i got it right this time…

    – erichbiemer

  • laureen warrington
    laureen warrin...over 1 year ago

    You bring tears tinged with love to my eyes..

  • i do hope in a good way laureen….thank you…

    – erichbiemer

  • Rocky Loder
    Rocky Loderover 1 year ago

    Truly a master wordsmith you are….

  • very kind of you to say rocky…

    – erichbiemer

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