Hi David,
I've been remembering the first line of this ever since I read it! It's so
unusual, so expressive. I've been waiting in traffic queues, getting off
buses, turning corners, stood in shops, and repeating it to myself...
But nothing else of the poem comes back to mind with it!
To be quite blunt: it's as if the rest is talking a kind of language I can't
understand, a language only you may understand. I mean I know all the words
but I can't make them make any sense that follows on from the brilliant
first line!
I like the rhythm of "beyond belief
the pale highway of grief
slash the road for relief
of all the explanations" but I can't work out what it means! The rhythm is
the same in each stanza - but recognising that doesn't help me feel closer
to the words.
And "muted fate confound blades" is a line I also can't link with the line
that goes before it or the line that goes after it.
Sorry,
Bob
>From: "D.C Bursey" <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: no questions for the answers
>Date: Fri, 7 Feb 2003 10:54:49 -0330
>
>I drowned in a single tear
>screamed no voice to hear
>read no one to care
> yesterday's impressions
>
>trodden, beyond belief
> the pale highway of grief
>slash the road for relief
>of all the explanations
>
>as water slowly reds
>all of being here fades
>muted fate confound blades
>no answers for questions
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