In a message dated 11/25/01 6:30:56 AM, [log in to unmask] writes:

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It's [I wouldn't start with its] the soft grey slate dust as it slips from a
carving.
[grey and slate paint similar pictures for me]
Or the slight tide mark of water on the surface [watermark ?]
when it's dark in the serifs.  Or the flow    [I like when it's dark in the
serifs - makes my mind create a picture]
of silver paint winding its course
through the cut and curve of letters
as the text is overtaken by abstraction.

Sometimes, it's a leaf on the pavement.  You pick it up  [Almost feels like a
new poem here; there seems to be no apparent segue from the letter motif
above and here]
and the colour's so intense you forget to breathe;
or shadow dissolving into darkness and the light
on the cusp you can't catch. Or perhaps  [This line break doesn't work for me]
it's in the ripple of the sweat-soaked face of Jesus  [I llike this tee-shirt
image]
on a tee-shirt at the bus stop by the Gresham Baptist Chapel.
Or the thread of sound from a brass bell
you can only follow so far. >>

[I feell there need to be a closing; feel dropped at the end]


Welcome back PoetSister.

kol tuv, Ryfkah