I was playing with the form and exploring its possibilities but glad you
liked the bones of the poem.
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From: "Ryfkah *" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Saturday, March 16, 2002 7:12 PM
Subject: Re: New sub: Catechism.
> Remarkable poem; I really love your word choice and lovely images but have
a
> hard time with the format...it seems wrong for the poem somehow.
>
> kol tuv, Ryfkah
>
> PS. Great title.
>
>
> In a message dated 3/15/02 8:31:40 AM, [log in to unmask] writes:
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> << Catechism
>
>
> Did he come?
>
> Yes, he came.
>
> When did he come?
>
> One morning, early in spring.
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> Did he speak?
>
> At first he just stood,
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> looking out of the window, watching the morning,
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> but then, later, he spoke at some length,
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> quietly.
>
> What did his voice sound like?
>
> Like bells at evensong, sad and distant.
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> What did he look like?
>
> A shadow, a shape, a silhouette,
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> slender against the spring light.
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> Did he smile?
>
> Oh yes, sweet and plump as an orange, he smiled,
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> but only the once
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> and it shone like a fish leaping in sunlight.
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> Why did he smile?
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> Something I asked him.
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> What did you ask?
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> The cost of loving?
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> What was his answer?
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> The smile.
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> What did he talk about?
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> He asked after you
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> and talked of troubles
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> Troubles?
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> The pain of living
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> the drug of dreams,
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> the struggle between is and seems.
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> Anything else?
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> The curse of gravity
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> the press and passage of the years
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> laughter, friends and tears.
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> Did he leave a message?
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> He said he would wait but not to hurry,
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> there was plenty of time yet.
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> When did he leave?
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> It was night, very late.
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> The last owl swooped,
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> soft as whispers of love.
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> I wish I had been there.
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> He said you would say that. >>
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