I am a poet who still believes the world needs poetry. Poetry picks you up in possibilty, and drops you off in understanding. Poetry is an ultimate expression, an eternal smile. You can never know someone better after talking to them for years, than reading one of their poems. I most sincerely hope you enjoy reading my work!
From The Creative Mind of Erik Estabrook | An Innovative Aesthetic:
I lay- a myth, as you blossom full
While you measure and weigh the contents of my soul
You take a scrap of evidence and run miles with it
With such well drawn conclusions I’d rather stay a myth
The truths of me, my worth, my heart,...
May minds seek purity,
and in purities reach, find clarity,
and in clarities reach, find wisdom,
and in wisdom’s reach, find sanctity,
and in sanctities reach, find unity,
and in unities reach, find faith,
and in faiths reach,...
When the blossoms fall softly, apple trees smell crisp in the summer breeze,and lilacs waft their sweet perfume,
Summer Pines, reflect the moon,
They sit waiting for an imprint of cold, for the snow to fall, and their cones to...
How much of self is dissolved matter that flakes off with the skin?
How much of I is elevated idol worship inwardly related and then placed Upon one’s brow?
The tortured rhymes from those suffering deep inside,...
Heavens clouds open up before me,
Peace reigns down,
I know that in his...
About Erik Estabrook
Erik Estabrook is a passionate autism advocate & poet who still believes the world needs poetry. “Novels take you through stories and scenarios, but poetry picks you up in possibilty, and drops you off in understanding,” says Erik of his personal relationship with poesy. “Poetry is an ultimate expression, an eternal smile. You can never know someone better after talking to them for years, than reading one of their poems. Poetry both uplifts and encapsulates beauty.”
“The best thing for an artist's marketability is to die. The best thing for a poets marketability is to rebel. A squeaky clean poet is like an honest politician: They may be speaking the truth, but who wants to hear it....”