Marilyn, I'm riding in on Lynn's note because I lost a mess of mail & missed
your initial post. Hey! It's great to hear you here! Unless I've lost my
memory too <S> I left you a note elsewhere an "Closure." Just wanted to
welcome you to The Works.
later
calaya
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----- Original Message -----
From: Lynn Owen <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Friday, August 10, 2001 6:55 AM
Subject: Re: Closure


Sorry I'm late with comments Marilyn.
I've read it several times, I like it a lot.
Each read is different - something else to focus on and watch.
It maybe my head but I see no start and no finish - clarity depends on the
reader?
Lynn
  ----- Original Message -----
  From: Marilyn Injeyan
  To: [log in to unmask]
  Sent: Tuesday, August 07, 2001 5:49 AM
  Subject: Closure


  I'm new at Pennine.  Thanks for reading my new poem.


                                        Closure


  Burnt air turns icy
  At sixty-five, trunk lid lurches
  up and down like a giant, metallic insect
  Doors open, flail and shudder
  past blur of steel, concrete
  and flower-sculpted tiles
  I white-knuckle steering wheel
  Romanian Rhapsody rears from the speaker
  Staccato gallops into timpani and cymbals

  My heart rattles in its cage
  Wind rages, whines, demands offerings -
  hairbrush, lipstick, mocha scarf
  Jeffersons and Hamiltons and at last
  a purse filled with nothing
  sucked into the vortex
  Tempest sated, doors quietly close

  I am a stranger in my own life
  shake, taste cinders, know you are gone
  The car slows down to synchromy
  of waves, hums in tandem and stops
  I fox trot on shore, footprints
  in new patterns, at peace within
  my rumpled world, eyes wrapped
  around a seascape, study seam
  of horizon - powder blue on silver, liaison
  in time, wade in saltwater beginnings

  Marilyn Injeyan
  August 6, 2001