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Date Posted: 15:49:29 07/12/02 Fri
Author: Raphaela
Author Host/IP: webcacheM05b.cache.pol.co.uk / 195.92.194.15
Subject: Re: So Short A Life
In reply to: Leisa*) 's message, "So Short A Life" on 23:20:06 07/07/02 Sun

Multi-layered so the reader keeps on diving deeper. The reflective tone is thought-provoking. I think many of our poems serve as a journal - as they reflect our moods and experiences of that time.

Raphaela

>So Short A Life
>
>One:
>I come
>for inspiration
>nearly drinking in
>the red scented candle
>reminds me of Christmas
>and all the things
>that have gone
>awry in so short
>a life
>
>I see a light shadow
>out of the corner
>in the corner
>near the closet
>where all good
>spirits hide
>
>Two:
>The bizarre nature
>of this electroland
>never ceases to amaze
>and amuse me
>
>No bite, no bait
>I echo my own
>words
>within the maze
>of walkaday world
>
>Insanity, a view to take
>hold at midnight, nearer
>nesting place
>
>Three:
>I like the rain
>and lightning
>we don't get
>I need a flash flood
>to wash out
>the grey
>puke green
>and putrid yellow
>that lingers
>long after
>the madman
>has been eradicated
>
>Is a madman ever
>eradicated from veins
>spliced open
>once too often?
>Hell, even once was too much
>
>Four:
>I walk
>talk and breathe
>cry laugh scream
>all at once
>entertain
>a child who wonders
>with worry
>over Mommy
>and her own future
>
>Five:
>The beach, clean and crisp
>held tense
>moments
>with each wave
>crashing
>taking
>
>leaving nothing
>
>Six:
>This isn't a poem;
>just more journal
>someone someday
>will think to decipher
>
>Leisa*)
>07.07.02

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