Poet Tacito Poet Free verse

Her Brittle Hands

Another layer of lavender scented lotion
Rubbed in vehement laughter

A quelling of sadness
Covered up in mascara insanity
Livid strokes of feathered paintbrushes

Hoping to see the big picture

She cried like oil paintings without a purpose.

A treasure hunter searching for rubbery remedies
Without heart’s sanctified atrium
To light the way

She bled from carnivorous pores
Bites against feeding palms
Struggling licks upon pacifier wounds

Mouth
Shut

Stone’s lonely lyric
Thrown against fragile lighthouses
Beaming through unacceptable horizons

Investigation of deity’s hidden agenda,
She questions validation’s esophagus

Its vocal chords
Torn

Another squeeze from lavender bottle
Empty
Its exhales shedding infantile whisper

…

A bounced reality check
Declaring that it wasn’t a disease
That afflicted her bones

©Drake J. Eszes

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Richard Lamoureux November 9, 2013 at 6:17 PM Nope Nette didn't send me out. I have enjoyed reading this one again Drake. Her brittle hands grabbed me once again.

Eileen Manassian August 25, 2013 at 4:26 PM Lavender again....Hmmmmmm...you are taken with this color. I am too. My favorite! :) I just wanted to pass by to say hi...been...a little CRAZY lately, but hey...that's my life. Hope all is well with you. Read this again...One day...when I visit Cali, you are going to go through this LINE BY LINE! ;) Poet Tacito August 25, 2013 at 4:45 PM Ha. Deal. :) Thank you so much, Eileen.

Toshia Hall July 11, 2013 at 9:39 PM Oh, Drake.....it takes a lot to make me speechless but you done it. Amazing poem. Poet Tacito July 12, 2013 at 12:13 AM WOO HOO! Mission accomplished! Making poets speechless isn't an easy thing to do. :) I'm glad you stopped by here! That means a lot!

Betty Bateson July 11, 2013 at 5:05 PM All the paint in the world will not hide the pain beneath the surface. Well written! Betty Poet Tacito July 11, 2013 at 5:50 PM Precisely! You got it. :) Thanks so much! Nice to see you here, Betty.

Victoria Anderson-Throop July 10, 2013 at 1:27 PM She cried like oil paintings without a purpose. Looks like someone already has given you praise for this fine line of poetry--but I will concur. The interest to me is the body beneath the hands...this piece would be enriched as a two part...give one part to the other body in the story....could be lover, could be her baby...well done, Drake. Poet Tacito July 10, 2013 at 2:03 PM Indeed! Interesting take on that. Hmm. :) Thanks so much, Victoria!

Karen Anglesey June 28, 2013 at 5:57 PM Drake, You wind the theme with impeccable verse... "She cried like oil paintings without a purpose"... brilliance Poet Tacito June 28, 2013 at 10:42 PM Many, many thanks to you, Karen! :)

Laura Breidenthal June 26, 2013 at 12:06 AM Such a unique style you have. Another great one. I dunno if you know who Justin Bordner is, but I think you may like his poetry(he's on the soup). Anyhow, it was just a thought. Deep, gripping words in every verse. Loved! Always, Laura Poet Tacito June 28, 2013 at 10:42 PM Hi, Laura! :) Thank you very much! I do know who Justin is. He's quite good. Thank you again for coming by here!

Charmaine Chircop June 25, 2013 at 9:30 AM Ow Drake that mascara can t always hide the sadness..the pain..At a time in life its going to smudge all over..and tears will flow like the cry from oil paintings without a purpose.Outstanding..you are awesome Poet Tacito June 25, 2013 at 9:34 AM :) No, YOU are awesome!!! Terrific analysis! :) Thank you so much, Charmaine!

Shirley Candy June 25, 2013 at 9:20 AM My newest fave poem, Drake.. thanks for sharing this beautiful lines.. Poet Tacito June 25, 2013 at 9:24 AM Hi, Shirley!!!! You're ok! :) Awesome! Thank you so much for your sweet words!

Donna Jones June 24, 2013 at 7:28 PM Another squeeze from an empty bottle,exhales infantile whisper ...sad...deep...the whole poem Drake...love your take on things and life Poet Tacito June 24, 2013 at 8:52 PM Hi & thank you so much, Donna. :) I do what I can.

Nette Onclaud June 24, 2013 at 12:20 PM enjoyed your radio show, drake..:) huggs Poet Tacito June 24, 2013 at 12:56 PM Awesome! :) Thank you!

Heather Ober June 24, 2013 at 11:23 AM My absolute favourite of yours so far!!! There is so much going on in this one - so much to think about and interpret, which is what I love about poetry. I would love to hear you read this one on your show! Poet Tacito June 24, 2013 at 11:42 AM Hi, Heather!!! Perhaps I will read it. I think I may do another show next week. I'll let you all know on my blog. I aim to get those to think as best I can. Thanks so much! :)

David De La Croes June 24, 2013 at 12:45 AM The inner pain at the centre of our being cannot be covered-up by external embellishment. Well-written piece of work, Drake... David Poet Tacito June 24, 2013 at 7:07 AM Spot on analysis, David. Thank you so much for coming by here! :)

Richard Lamoureux June 23, 2013 at 6:42 PM Dropped by looking for a new poem also to say hello. One out of two ain't bad. Poet Tacito June 23, 2013 at 8:18 PM Ha! Hi Richard! Did Nette set you out to do this? :) Thanks so much!!! You're awesome!

Nette Onclaud June 23, 2013 at 2:04 PM hello darke, your fingers need a new write... looking forward!..:) huggs Poet Tacito June 23, 2013 at 2:10 PM You called me Darke, HA! :) I'll have something new soon enough. ;)

Debra Squyres June 23, 2013 at 10:43 AM Very moving write !! Poet Tacito June 23, 2013 at 10:48 AM Hi & thank you, Debra! :)

Elai Cee June 23, 2013 at 4:32 AM My gash Drake u have given a talented hand, writing this kind of piece makes my mouth to shut! LOL ur amazing,,, U R! Poet Tacito June 23, 2013 at 7:36 AM LOL well I don't wanna do that! I want to hear you speak! Or type, whichever. :) Thanks so much, Elai!!

John Posey June 22, 2013 at 7:55 PM You almost write beyond the boundaries of my comprehension. That is really no difficult task. But, my friend, One thing I do understand is the artist that lives in you. Keep writing and I will continue to read and pick up enough to appreciate your craft.... Deepest respect.....Jake Poet Tacito June 22, 2013 at 8:36 PM There aren't enough words to express my gratitude for this kind of comment, John. For now, thank you so much for that. Truly.

Adarsh Raj June 22, 2013 at 10:00 AM Beauty at it's innocent best.....loved it................=)=)=) Poet Tacito June 22, 2013 at 11:10 AM Thanks so much! :) I appreciate that!

Carrie Richards June 22, 2013 at 8:48 AM If I were to read between the lines, (maybe more than I should), I feel so sorry for her.....that there is something beyond her control, that she covers with lotion, mascara, frantic insanity, anything she can do to drown the reality.....but perhaps that is how we all "deal" with what is dished out to us if we must survive it? Wow....great poem! Poet Tacito June 22, 2013 at 9:06 AM Well, did I drive your mind or what? :) Now, having said your perspective, I have to agree. It is a pretty sad state of affairs. I've met a few like this. Grown adults, young & old. While I'm familiar with the whole "fake it til you make it" approach, I think I've outgrown that. For some, I know it's all they have...sadly. Thank you for your awesome comments, Carrie! :)

Richard Lamoureux June 22, 2013 at 6:53 AM I was wondering how you were going to connect the poem with the title. Great job. Poet Tacito June 22, 2013 at 7:50 AM Ha! :) I'm glad I justified it. Thanks so much, Rich!

Cherie Thomas June 21, 2013 at 8:10 PM She cried like oil paintings without a purpose...wow I have to disect this poem & process it lol:) ...luv your mind...thanks 4 your comments on my writes...ty4 sharing...cherie Poet Tacito June 22, 2013 at 1:03 AM :) That's greatly appreciated, Cherie! Thanks so much.

Lynn Batson June 21, 2013 at 3:43 PM Nice flow, good ending and the image each line drew was vivid in this piece. A great read! Poet Tacito June 21, 2013 at 3:59 PM Hey there! :) Thank you so much, Lynn! I appreciate that!

Andrea Dietrich June 21, 2013 at 3:10 PM Love the impact of the final lines, drake. That's what really calls attention to a good poem, getting it ended just right. Great imagery! Poet Tacito June 21, 2013 at 3:15 PM Hi, Andrea!!!!! I agree. It's so important to put the whipped cream on a good pie. ;) Thanks so much!

Eileen Manassian June 21, 2013 at 3:09 PM She questions validation's esophagus....what a statement! Drake...your images are so different for me...I honestly don't grasp them all! I must be dim witted! ;( I wish you would explain.....thanks for the visits to my work! :) You always bring a smile! Eileen Manassian June 22, 2013 at 11:09 AM Well....Here are some more for ya :) :) :) :) :) Poet Tacito June 21, 2013 at 3:14 PM Hi there, Eileen! :) Well, if you need a better explanation on something I said, just ask. :) You can ask me here or Soup Mail me. I'll be glad to break it down for you. Thank you so much for coming by and YAY for bringing you smiles! :)

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