Re: we live separated by walls real and imagined -- Poetry & Grace

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Date Posted: 05/29/06 10:20:59pm
Author: Leisa*)
Subject: Re: we live separated by walls real and imagined
In reply to: Milly 's message, "Re: we live separated by walls real and imagined" on 05/ 1/06 8:59:57am

thanks so much Milly and if I haven't already said so, welcome to the forum!!

Leisa*)

>This poem really struck a chord with me, how lonely it
>can be when conversation crumbles with the night air
>and hiding behind day to day chores becomes the focus
>of all our communication. x
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>we live separated by walls real and imagined
>>
>>I bought a copy
>>of a Frida Kahlo
>>painting in Ensenada;
>> hung its
>>dark charcoal face
>>above my desk
>>with a blue and silver
>>moon and star
>>
>>but you can't barter inspiration
>>to carry through
>>the interior spaces
>>that feel hollow
>>even though he is still here
>>
>>We had warm sunshine
>>over dinner with handmade
>>croissants and spoke of Alaska
>>and its lack of light
>>
>>how I would hate those days
>>when Vitamin D takes a vacation
>>
>>My coffee turns cool
>>as the night falls
>>just like the air
>>
>>and we talk best
>>through a screen,
>>a filter for our emotions
>>we mask with busyness
>>and obligations
>>
>>Leisa Pierce
>>04.23.06�

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