This is canny John... real canny!
The word "creeping" has sinister undertones for me (adds lots of reflective
pondering) and the notion of poets hovering like midges... tee-hee... being
linked with memory (I wonder if you mean one memory, many memories, or the
act of remembering...) is a finely crafted leap of thought.
I like it,
Bob
>From: John Carley <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: tanrenga: I wake
>Date: Sun, 23 Jun 2002 19:34:47 +0100
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>--
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> I wake to the sound of sunlight
>shadows creeping through the trees
>
>a memory instead of midges poets
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