> a lovely diversion indeed for a Wednesday morning (here), Stephen.
>
> Doug
Thank you, Doug. God knows where this one came from? Just looked up the
empty computer screen, turned on the psychic "go" button and let ramble out
on its own - a midnight stranger! (yes it was late & our Wednesday snap on
quick approach). I am going to have to live with this stranger - "him" or
"her" - for awhile before I am sure its a keeper or give it a digital exit.
The un-intentioned poem and how to let the ego down for that to happen -
midnight and fatigue, & the gate opens.
Stephen V
Blog: http://stephenvincent.durationpress.com
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>> Love's limbs voluptuous & diversionary
>> The body a wedge issue
>> Wet cell & tissue:
>> No one writes a love poem anymore
>> "Straight from the heart" an oxymoron:
>> An iris open, a-flop, lavender, barely a-shake in the breeze
>> Love's toll to emptiness, a prickled measure
>> Sheer leisure slowly or, sometimes, profoundly, even rapidly, sprung:
>> One could go on like this, not get anywhere; the virtue of volumes
>> Victory over circumstance, a poem but, no joke, an open
>> Well, you do have to turn the handle and, normally, push
>> To make it this, a fully open that's not - note the clarity - a door:
>> Feast on it, love, as you will, yes, then, sweetly, fully, infinitely
>> Adore.
>>
>> Stephen Vincent
>>
>>
>
>
> Douglas Barbour
> Department of English
> University of Alberta
> Edmonton Alberta T6G 2E5 Canada
> (780) 436 3320
> http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/dbhome.htm
>
> O baby, get out of Egypt
> This history is not for you,
> Get out of there, out of my path,
> Out of my speechless mouth, the Egypt shrieking
> a redundant, plundering tongue . . .
> An ancient slang speaks through me like that.
>
> Gwendolyn MacEwen
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