Thanks, Peter. She remains a contest for her son! That is, she will not be
belittled or condescended to by the likes of moi. It's been a continual
reward talking to her these last several months.
Stephen V
> Stephen,
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> My first read several days ago resonated well. The second just now, amazed at
> such subtle beauty.
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>> "Don't you love them?"<
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> Wow.
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> -Peter Ciccariello
> ARTIST'S BLOG - http://invisiblenotes.blogspot.com/
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> On 15-Jun-05, at 3:43 PM, Stephen Vincent wrote:
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>> I gather roses before Solstice
>> For my mother, 89. Together
>> We write an acrostic for my friend,
>> Amy Trachtenberg, now
>> Turning 50. I say the letter,
>> She imagines the word:
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>> Attendant
>> Merciful
>> Young
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>> True
>> Rain
>> Attitude
>> Comfort
>> Heaven
>> Tingle
>> Everywhere
>> Never
>> Baby
>> Excellent
>> Ready
>> God
>>
>> Alternatively I read aloud to her
>> "The Tibetan Book of the Dead."
>> "I don't understand a thing you are saying"
>> She says, "But I like the sound of the words."
>> "Do you accept God?" I ask.
>> "I am not one to accept anything
>> I cannot touch, feel or see,
>> And know to be true."
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>> We look at the high, alabaster vase,
>> A flotilla of unfurling petals, blush pink,
>> and white. "Do you like the roses, Mom."
>> "Oh, yes. Aren't they beautiful?
>> Don't you love them?"
>>
>> Stephen Vincent
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