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A Poem by gram linski
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a travelogue poem

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A Winter wild mountain wind
corridors the enclosed
canal     makes my bones
ache
        for spanish sol,
closer
and
sooner
and further
than I feel,
" chennis une poco de niro, por favor, "
night fishing the trains
with a knife of
pure light
almost eating trees for the 
return
of the sea
black eyed limping moon
follows
shadows
bleeds            ice for me,
Radio ! savage radio - 
weeping songs
for me to gently die
Exit
swinging - the rain  felt frozen
in my toes - 
the grass and the leaves
      inhaled in sleep
the pen
and
the hand
and
the end

© 2020 gram linski


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"the pen/and/the hand/and/the end"
"bleeds ice for me/weeping songs/for me to gently die"
Melanie Safka sang.."I am not a poet, living is the poem"
so at death we unpoem? and the radio announces our exit...and the grass and leaves inhaled sleep, as the poet found eternal sleep.
"night fishing the trains" such a good line...
as poets we are on an endless track of writing...sometimes the muse just comes when it feels like it, and maybe not at an opportune moment...but bought the ticket...so we have to ride when it runs.
one of your best...my brain might be limping in a wrong direction...but i found me in here.

and your poem inspired one from me which will eventually post...thanks for the inspiration, gram.

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

gram linski

1 Week Ago

wow, thanks, j. glad you identified with this one and it inspired a great writer like you your wit a.. read more



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Slipping away gently, pen in hand, near grass, under a duvet of fallen leaves...it would be a great transition to whatever lies next. The best I can think of and I think of it often. I just loved the places your words took me and the myriad of stunning images my mind spun around them.

Posted 6 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

gram linski

6 Days Ago

thanks for the great review, Pestonjee, a few of you guys have picked up on the death part which ne.. read more
Pestonjee

3 Days Ago

Indeed, some words felt so final yet beautiful. You're welcome sir. My pleasure always....
For the poet, the heart beats through the hand and the pen. When the hand stops moving, so do we and life. I see this despair, a creeping toward death, when writers can't find their voice or the words that once came easily. I think this is why so many poets write about death. It's the one thing they don't and will never truly understand, until their own demise, and then of course they can tell nobody. I must admit, gram, I often struggle to interpret your poems, and that might be evident here, too. But, that's the strong sense I take from this one.

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

gram linski

1 Week Ago

thanks, R.E. I struggle to interpret my poems some time, lol, don't think it was quite as sombre as .. read more
This made my own bones ache for Spanish sol. I once drove a truck along the Mexican/American border through desert towns and dusty heat and this brought the wanderlust of the road fresh from my memories.
Thoroughly enjoyed. F.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

gram linski

1 Week Ago

thanks Fabian, glad you picked up on the wander lust part this was written when I was travelling abo.. read more
this one gave me a tear Mr, Gram nothing worse than a wet bunny you know! we dont smell good when damp not as bad as a dog but pretty bad:/ Jacobs remarks after reading your poem just soaked my fur! this is simply beautiful expression good sir

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gram linski

1 Week Ago

hey, Bunny thanks for the great review, always enjoy your comments and bunny eyed view of things, lo.. read more
"the pen/and/the hand/and/the end"
"bleeds ice for me/weeping songs/for me to gently die"
Melanie Safka sang.."I am not a poet, living is the poem"
so at death we unpoem? and the radio announces our exit...and the grass and leaves inhaled sleep, as the poet found eternal sleep.
"night fishing the trains" such a good line...
as poets we are on an endless track of writing...sometimes the muse just comes when it feels like it, and maybe not at an opportune moment...but bought the ticket...so we have to ride when it runs.
one of your best...my brain might be limping in a wrong direction...but i found me in here.

and your poem inspired one from me which will eventually post...thanks for the inspiration, gram.

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

gram linski

1 Week Ago

wow, thanks, j. glad you identified with this one and it inspired a great writer like you your wit a.. read more

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