Frederick Kesner

Bronze Star - 2,567 Points (28 August / St. Thomas University Hospital)


Poem by Frederick Kesner

each morning
his waking shakes him
from fitful sleep

he reaches out
across the bed
the morning light

b l i n d i n g

his illusion vaporises
the space beside him

the wind washes away
the ghost of his
i n f a t u a t i o n

and the scent of her skin
faint and fleeting
f a d i n g

the sun bleaches her face
etched during the night
on the bed clothes...


Topic(s) of this poem: life, realisation

Form: Free Verse

Comments about Illusory by Frederick Kesner

  • Pablo Cruise (3/22/2009 8:02:00 PM)

    Very cohesive in its delivery. A subconscious brought to life. Like it!(Report)Reply

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  • Patrick McFarland (3/1/2009 12:11:00 AM)

    Wow. This one is amazing. You capture a moment in time brilliantly.(Report)Reply

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  • Joe BreunigJoe Breunig (5/26/2006 11:34:00 AM)

    An enjoyable piece; nice write!(Report)Reply

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  • Duncan Wyllie (5/18/2006 1:24:00 PM)

    The hauntingly beautiful 'I llusory'what a fine way with words here,10 from me
    Just Brilliant
    Love Duncan(Report)Reply

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  • Timothy Werner (11/27/2004 5:16:00 PM)

    And his woman of his dreams lays by his side no more.

    I dream them next to me at times too. Good one.(Report)Reply

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Read poems about / on: sleep, wind, sun, light, night

Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 25, 2004

Poem Edited: Monday, March 12, 2018