Elizovictorian, to coin a term. Take two aspirins and you should feel
better by morning.
Mark (smugly)
At 12:19 AM 2/8/2005, you wrote:
>Well, waiting for the bus in the rain today, I wrote a ghazal. Mark Weiss
>will be very smug to hear that the cadence and pattern seemed to resolve
>itself into a nature poem that moralised on mortality. Gracious! The next
>step - if I get that far - is of course to take the form and see if it
>allows me to write anything else, which would require rather more of a
>wrestle. No more than pastiche of course, but here it is for the hell of it
>- it was fun to write -
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>Best
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>A
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>summer crowds of apricots occlude the sky
>small perfumed suns that fall onto the grass
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>birds bicker in the branches and the branches shake
>and showers glaze the fallen fruits, a dew of glass
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>and so they bruise and blacken to a cloying stench
>a feast for flies, although this too will pass
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>all sweetness gleams but briefly from the shade
>such webs as weave our selvings do not last
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>and even our corruption is a tiny thing
>a sour breath that fades into the past
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>Alison Croggon
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>Blog: http://theatrenotes.blogspot.com
>Editor, Masthead: http://masthead.net.au
>Home page: http://alisoncroggon.com
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