You are right, dyslexia. The corner of the eye can often pick up more than the eye that looks straight ahead.
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Wed 12 Feb, 2003 08:53 am
Letty
Very lovely!...moving.
Got any more?
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Letty
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Wed 12 Feb, 2003 09:07 am
jjorge, It pleases me that you liked my poem. Thank you. Most of my writing comes spontaneously and is often inspired by small things.
On the Realm, I did several poems, but I can't locate the originals at the moment. It's satisfying to be "out of the block" once more.
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jjorge
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Wed 12 Feb, 2003 09:23 am
Letty
I have a fondness for small gems in poetry (hence my fondness for Emily Dickinson I suppose) and 'A perfect Likeness' is a small gem. It is restrained but says and suggests a lot with few words.
I'll be watching for more.
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Letty
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Wed 12 Feb, 2003 09:32 am
Ah,jjeorge. The Belle of Amherst was responsible for my first encounter with young Craven. How's that for chance and happenstance.
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jjorge
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Wed 12 Feb, 2003 11:17 am
Letty wrote:
Ah,jjeorge. The Belle of Amherst was responsible for my first encounter with young Craven. How's that for chance and happenstance.
Really? I thought Craven was a Poe-boy.
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Letty
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Wed 12 Feb, 2003 11:32 am
"Poe Boy"? love it! Actually, long ago, I posted a thread ,"This is My Letter to the World." by Emily. Craven's response was quite humorous. It was my first introduction to him. What a shock, later, to find out how young he was.
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hiama
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Wed 12 Feb, 2003 11:40 am
Whilst trembling here with sheer delight
I thought I'd give myself a fright
I ventured around the glass to look
And what I saw fair made me shook
The person I had thought was me
Had somehow turned into three !
( A growing weight problem for us sedentary computer types)
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Letty
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Wed 12 Feb, 2003 12:18 pm
hiama,
Priceless poetry--poking phun.
Often best when underdone.
Wondrous verse that is a rarity,
Viva le the quaint disparity.
Let's not talk about mirrors, here. I've never seen one that reflects the real me.
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hiama
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Wed 12 Feb, 2003 12:35 pm
:wink:
Engaging words on paper smooth
Is a game of which I approve
The end somehow justifies the means
It matters not a hill o'beans
So gentle letty thank you so
Your comments made this guy glow
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Letty
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Wed 12 Feb, 2003 01:09 pm
(shuffling feet and duckin' head)Ah, shucks, Brit. It warn't nutthin.
If I didn't have to go pick up my income tax return and post it, we could repartee like this all day.
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hiama
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Wed 12 Feb, 2003 01:13 pm
Someone mention a party !
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jjorge
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Wed 12 Feb, 2003 02:08 pm
hiama wrote:
Whilst trembling here with sheer delight
I thought I'd give myself a fright
I ventured around the glass to look
And what I saw fair made me shook
The person I had thought was me
Had somehow turned into three !
( A growing weight problem for us sedentary computer types)
"Party...party...everywhere,
And all the "broads" did shrink.
Party..party...everwhere
Nor any drop to drink."
Apologies to Coleridge.
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hiama
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Thu 13 Feb, 2003 06:00 am
Shrinking broads gather no moss !
I'd rather ride my hoss
Into the blue yonder
Where cowboys whoop and holler
A simple soul am I
Give me a shot of red eye
A skinful is enough for me
I wonder whats for tea ?
With no apologies to anyone except perhaps any poets amongst you
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Letty
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Thu 13 Feb, 2003 09:57 am
hiama,
Shrinking broads gather no moss? Love it!
I watch the tiny spores of moss go wafting out to sea.
And then the breeze from out the East,
Just brings them back to me.
and then I sneeze, achoo--achoo--
Through bleary eyes I see ya.
What would we do without the use
Of onomatopoeia.
and post it, we could repartee like this all day. 
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