Hello Ann,
          Many thanks for taking the time and trouble to enlarge on your reaction. All of the interpretations you mention for the various images in the poem fit perfectly although I confess that many of them were not in my mind when I composed the piece. And here is perhaps one of the most interesting aspects of writing, that the reader may take away something quite different to what the writer thought they´d put in. I feel that giving more of the story here ( I´m not sure there is a story, as such, but even enlarging on the ideas that led me to put these words together) might have deprived you of the joy of constructing the interpretation you have. Am I overstating this a little? Please take words like `deprive´ and `joy´ as tongue-in-cheek, a mode of expression that is so habitual with me I almost can´t help myself any more. However, as a reader I often think it would be interesting to hear what the writer was thinking at a certain point, even if I end up prefering my own interpretation. So if I were to comment on the fourth section ( and it is only an `if´) I might say ( and it is only a `might´) that I don´t myself see any determined plan here, but perhaps a determination to understand something by interpreting it correctly. Although whether any of us finally interpret anything correctly is a very debatable point. I don´t know whether this ( I can´t call it an explanation really, not even with my tongue in my cheek)helps at all, or whether it´s even readable with all these parentheseseses, but I would like to finish with three things.1. Isn´t it fun to play with words like this? 2. I find that being left wondering when I finish a poem is the nicest place to be. 3 Thank you again for taking an interst in my piece.



Best wishes,   Mike


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Dear Mike ,
       you asked for further comment on your piece. I felt that it tried to
explain the way life is for many people. The continual destruction of
carefully constructed safe areas each of us build, is a problem we all suffer
from to some degree or other.
       The train ticket turned up here---- the passport to another getaway
perhaps or a chance turning up of a getaway that led us here in the first
place. The 'maybe' walking stick a crutch we choose to ignore or something we
cannot access.
       Mirrors breaking.... the unreliability of what we expect..... the not
being able to look at things head on, the submerging of feelings we cannot or
will not confront (here was an ear behind an eye... things he would not admit
to having seen) and again the walking stick.... now Im wondering about the
stick a person a faith disregarded?
       In the third stanza he appears to be feverishly constructing a
building that involves some highly mathematical equation. Another safe house?
       The forth stanza looses me he seems to have reached some sort of
determined plan but I am left wondering. Which is why I said I needed more of
the story
                               regards Ann