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Tue 6 Jul, 2004 05:43 pm
But I wonder still where you are.
Quietly counting your memories,
Tracing your name on a star.
I looked and turned over a pebble,
I sought for you in waters cold,
The tingling face of remembrance,
The gentle new face of the old.
One day, this woman will answer
Tomorrow, the telling of past,
Forever is still in the locket
Of things that still see shadows cast.
But I would know you anyway.
I would like the last line to say, "But I would not know you anyway."
I just like sad poetry better.
Well, SCoates. I would know the route to tears..
Here's this young man,
Weeping gladly,
Loving things that sing so sadly,
Delicious pain of lachrymose,
Hot buttered rum, and crust of toast.
There! That better?
It would be better if the young man died at the end.
SCoates, you don't know how close you came to the underbelly of my poem...I bleed easily, but clot quickly.
Do you rock your tiny baby?
She's not so tiny anymore. Not as babies go. She's a doll though. We let her crawl around on the grass yesterday. She ate four bugs, and she really liked to rip out clumps of grass... until she got bitten by a butterfly, and then we had to take her inside to calm her down.
Bitten by a butterfly? Oh, my Gawd, I love it.
Write that in a sweet poem for her to read when she gets older.
Hi, Letty.
I enjoyed (?) your offering, but could you try it without the just?
It seems to somehow lessen the writer's value. It doesn't feel like it needs the qualifier. Or is it how I'm scanning the verse?
ehBeth, You are right. It would be better without the "just".. I'll edit it, then we'll see how scansion doth quote merrily.
ahhhhhhhh
I like that.
No excuses for wondering.
The author of the revised verse is a strong woman. <nods emphatically>
All better now? <smile>
You know, ehBeth? The most beautiful tribute that I have read recently, was Mr. Dimples' simple song to you.
It was lovely, wasn't it?
I truly didn't recognize myself, til I got to the puppy rescue part.
If I can be one tenth of the woman I thought it was about - the lovely Miss Rita, I will be a happy woman.
The lovely Miss Rita. Well, ehBeth, you are one lucky lady, but then so is the path finder.
<sniff> reading such poems in my current state of mind is NOT good....
uh oh
Gautam, are you in a reflective mood?
Missing someone?
Ah, ehBeth. Our dear friend is a bit gloomy.
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