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Sun 27 Apr, 2003 06:32 pm
Twixt heaven and hell
A bell.
Twixt twilight and dark,
A bark.
Whilst the star that has burnt
Itself out before the light
Does reach me,
A look see.
Ah, gentle remembrance
Of the future.
And feral today of the past.
At last...at last
I think you captured the feeling we often have...
as the day ends and we
dare not embrace the future... yet.
At
dusk ; neither rueing nor rejoicing, just hanging out...
(
Hi Letty- passing through....)
Hi, Jackie,
Yes, passing through...you have a feel for the essence, my friend, just like an angel unaware..
Letty, dusk is one of my favorite times, when there is a hush is the air.
You wrote, "And feral today of the past." Wild, untamed past? The day not yet tamed?
Even when I don't quite understand, I love the sound and rhythm of you words going through my mind.
Hi Jackie--anything new from you? Get busy girl.
Diane, I always value your opinion as you know. It was a spur of the moment thing. If I don't write a poem that way, the muse disappears.
I ask someone else, whose opinion I also value, to have a look. I usually don't ask for evaluations, but this poem was different.
Well, husker, from a cute kid such as you, I deem "cool" the highest of compliments. Merci.
Well my dear Letty. those are words with much depth and feeling.
Do you dream of past or future ? Love is in those words of yours
John, How does one say "thanks" in Britonese?
Yes, tense moments, but you know how teachers are about tenses. I am rather like you in doing something ad lib. You truly know how to explicate.
Past--Present--Future..I have asked D'artagnan and jjorge to give it a go, also.
thanks in britonese ? . you could say "TA" as in TA(R) or "ta very much" bloody londoners again.
People should write, or at least i do, in a free form way. that is, strait from the heart, off the cuff and on to the screen.
A poem or any piece of writing means exactly what it is, how it is written or read. A dozen different people will read a piece a dozen different ways.
Analasys of content, unless of a factual piece, is to my mind pointless. Read it, taste it and inwardly digest it.
John, You are, of course, correct in the sense that a poem needs to wash over both the writer and the reader. Many are best left untouched. and in plain and simple English, Thank you.
Letty, I always enjoy your writing, even though I don't always post comments. This one is so hauntingly real, in so few words. Thank you for sharing your gift with us.
chatoyant, I do appreciate your comment. My own observation on my own writing is: Hey, Letty, say what you feel, and feel what you say. Don't think that one may go so terribly wrong.