Oh, Wow, pulu. I love this. Someone is gettin over the unrequited love, I would imagine. "The truth we empty on the bedside table at night..." quite an image there.
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Mon 11 Aug, 2003 12:38 pm
Thanks Letty - nice to know someone's interested in my work. The inspiration behind this poem is : what happens to love or one's feelings after 8.5 years in a relationship (i.e. 3150 days). P-bear
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Mon 11 Aug, 2003 12:45 pm
pulu, Aren't you Canadian? If so, where in Canada? There are several Canucks on A2K. The reason that I ask, is because there may be a gathering session in the works. Forgive me for not picking up on the title of your poem. I hate doing math.
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Mon 11 Aug, 2003 03:22 pm
I know what you mean. The title came to me while I was drifting off to sleep. Now that's sad!
and oui, je suis canadienne, from Toronto actually but I'm also in Vancouver every month so am pretty mobile.
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Mon 11 Aug, 2003 04:09 pm
Le petite enfant <smile> Lord, pulu, that just came to me from French 101. You speak 'Merican?
A poem for you:
In thinking of the deep that used to be,
I find a grain of sand within the sea.
Potential glass and prisms that refract,
Where Omar once turned down an empty glass.
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Tue 12 Aug, 2003 03:39 pm
Letty - what a lovely poem although a bit of a riddle to me.
Yes I do speak 'Merican, actually find myself south of the border so frequently I'm almost (but not quite) mistaken for one. The spelling (programme/program) and accent (roof/ruf, process/prawcess) give me away every time!
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Tue 12 Aug, 2003 03:40 pm
Letty - what a lovely poem although a bit of a riddle to me.
Yes I do speak 'Merican, actually find myself south of the border so frequently I'm almost (but not quite) mistaken for one. The spelling (programme/program) and accent (roof/ruf, process/prawcess) give me away every time!
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Wed 13 Aug, 2003 08:43 am
Hey, pulu. Sorry to be so cryptic. Just a reference to the art of glassmaking and Omar Khayyam. There are so many trades that have almost vanished from the world. Thank God, poetry is not one of them.
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pulubear
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Wed 13 Aug, 2003 03:55 pm
very cool. Now I can enjoy the poem even more.
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Wed 13 Aug, 2003 06:25 pm
You're a bear. Ever been a cat? Just curious...uhoh..just used up the last of my nine lives...
Stretching, languid, furry and soft,
Land on my feet, but they're padded with moss.
Eyes in the front, not on the side,
Don't give a damn whatever betide.
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Mon 18 Aug, 2003 04:08 pm
not a cat. nope. never.
A dog, yes, in the dog house, many a time, fixated like a dog to a bone, dog-gone-it, yes, and howled at the moon at night. Especially when there is a black-out like last week. Wow.
I've been working on a new poem that actually has a dog in it. Would love your comments. I'll post it on the main forum. It's called "My dog paces"
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