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Tue 19 Oct, 2004 05:18 pm
The time that all poets fear,
The emptiness speaking so clear
Of Nothingness.
An amphora with no wine,
The clock that holds no time,
The vertical of the slant rhyme
Chaffing under the clime of
Worthlessness.
From Letty with love
And from the void comes the paradox of substance! Well done, Ms. Letty!
Aw, Letty, should we be worried
Nah, because even when she has nothing to write, she writes about the fact that she has nothing to write :-)
Yes, but apparently the desire to sing favourite lyrics vanished, too, a few days ago. Now THAT is not our Letty!
I'm a bit concerned myself...I hope she pops in.
Letty, my dear, I do hope you're OK!
-Worried in melbourne
Ah, How sweet of you all to be concerned. That poem was totally spontaneous because I was feeling empty last evening. Right now, I have a lot of responsibility and some apprehension.
Often, we don't understand the good things that happen to us, and overplay the negative.
Good morning from Florida.
Good morning!
(Was watching with increasing concern...)
Letty
Let's just hope that this don't dampen your usual buoyant spirit TOO much!
You still manage to write a pretty mean poem, though.
Good night from Melbourne. Bed time!
Goodnight, Msolga, my friend.
Soz, I guess that's the only outlet that I have--writing. I don't usually cry "poor me", but all this business in Florida and rampant illness in my family, just sorta becomes too much, sometimes.
Matin in the dark of light,
Whips of clouds and
Distant night
"And like the rainbow's lovely form
Evanescing amid the storm...."
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