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Date Posted: 12:19:31 05/13/03 Tue
Author: Raphaela
Author Host/IP: webcacheB02a.cache.pol.co.uk / 195.92.168.164
Subject: Re: Reintroduction to a Lampost
In reply to: Lampost 's message, "Reintroduction to a Lampost" on 01:30:32 05/13/03 Tue

Good to see you here again.

I can understand and relate to the theme of this poem. Such feelings will often inspire your words but they may not always hang so heavy.

Raphaela

>Reintroduction to a Lampost
>
>I'm tired of trying to express the pain,
>I can't do it justice.
>At the same time,
>I'm tired of hearing it.
>
>Then there's responsibility,
>So much my claim,
>And self-deprecation...
>I can't stand my name,
>Can't stand to see it.
>
>How droll and uninspiring,
>The opposite of refreshing,
>What did I do?
>
>I need ask no one else,
>Until I answer myself,
>Satisfactorily.
>
>I hear the mix of responses,
>Out there, and well intended.
>
>List the best, see the best,
>Do your best...
>I've been trying.
>
>Need poetry?
>I'm not sure I can do it.
>It aches.
>Who doesn't?
>I don't know,
>But it aches.
>
>What do we become?
>A stadium score?
>A story to be
>Elaborated upon?
>Some sort of faith,
>Some sort of wisdom,
>Something so ambiguous,
>Like inspiration?
>
>Or always something more ordinary,
>Like a lampost, at best.
>Less heart, my new name.
>
>-Lampost

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