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Date Posted: 03:11:58 09/21/02 Sat
Author: Raphaela
Author Host/IP: webcacheM05b.cache.pol.co.uk / 195.92.194.15
Subject: Re: Been a while
In reply to: Incriminating Eloquence 's message, "Been a while" on 13:07:12 09/20/02 Fri

And it has been far too long that you have been away from here but good to see you writing again.

I like the multi-layered depth of the poem, which engages the reader in pondering the subject further. Some good imagery here.

Personally, I see the two stanzas, although related, as separate and perhaps two poems in one.

Keep writing Eli - and hope to see some stories too.

Raphaela

>It's been so long.
>The letters have, for so long,
> been misdirected to other,
> less lofty things.
>And now I, with all my immeasurable
> talent (blah), redirect them to where
> they've been so many times before.
>I miss this place, with its doors
> and windows, to places where
> doors and windows mean nothing.
>I miss the banter between
> inconstant mind and immortal
> page.
>But here it is again, pulp
> catching the few fruit
> that make it past the crates
> shipped away, to land on other
> ground less concerned with
> continuity.
>An odd sort of gravity, this
> graphite and paper. It orders
> things and gives them an added
> measure of reality - gives importance
> to a thought not quite secure
> with itself.
>
>
>A turtle stands in the entrance of
> a theater. His stoic mind
> concerned with stoic things.
> A drip on his shell remains
> trapped in an indentation
> marring his carapace, evidence
> of the stagnance he emerged
> from not too long ago.
>He gazes inside at the lights and
> benches, knowing they'll never
> be comfortable to him. His
> sadness is nonexistenent.
>The doors open from the hall. Ushers
> take their positions, patrons
> exit. So many in such proximity
> and not one pair of eyes locks
> with an usher, all eyes seek a
> destination rather than a friend.
> The turtle's sadness is joy.
>He turns and follows his wet prints
> back to the green green water
> and reflects: The sadness of
> his life is joy compared to
> some. Compared to some, his
> life is paradise.
>
>
>
>eli

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