Tribute to Edward Estlin

Edward Estlin tread the poem that is a tribute here

Serry liked the points of
         r     
      a
           i
                n
that
fell
              between
             the seven
wheres and whens if forever
D   N      E    
    A    C      D
like liquid on her LIPS.

she spoke the rays of sun
                    singing between the slips
and gives that have not made
forever
sames
the
single
feat,

Whoever longed the freedom and miss stood under
                   Earth and birds and sands of clay,
time pressed
        flowers on the face of glass
some           reality           peered           across
and went the end where toenails
dug
a gravestone for the birth of days.

All the oceans drank by lakes,
girls s p r e a d bare her palsied face.

If Serry wanted likes to look and smell
breaths
below her WindoWsill
she told no’s ever whisper-ever take
Regret would end a harshest faiTh.

Reviews

[J-Rod]

Very awesome! Good work.