I admire the masterly( mistressly??) shift from flower to self, visually
signalled by the change in line structure but also echoed in the language.
Very intricate read with some memorable bits, and not just bits, especially
the albatross. " The scream of antediluvian seas" perplexes me but what the
heck I love the poem very much. Regards Arthur.
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From: "Ryfkah *" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Saturday, June 01, 2002 9:56 PM
Subject: New: Certainty of Life
> Certainty of Life/#80/4tete
>
> pink winged apple petals fringe the tree
> as baby fingers clutch a breast
>
> inside
> I
> hear
> the scream
> of
> antediluvian
> seas
> outside
>
> jacaranda bawl their amethyst
> onto telltale green and blacktop
>
> outside
> I
> catch
> my
> current
> an albatross
> I
> glide
> sometimes
> I
> quiver
> inside
>
> oleander promises of summer secrets
> a few blooms here and there
>
> inside
> the noon
> sun
> murmurs
> music
> the moon
> and
> I
> hear
> in
> dream
> outside
>
> roses blossom in daylight and night
> their deadheads a certainty of life
>
> Ryfkah 6/1/02
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