Hello Gill. A poem full of observations, as if the person is seeing the
world afresh. Sounds, sights and smells all new. As a child sounds are
louder like the spoon vibrating on the counter and the sight of a banana,
the small brown freckles are really obvious. Taking nothing for granted like
we do as an adult. You evoke also the sense of smell with the orange
marmalade. All the senses are evoked in this poem and it is true that after
a long time ill either physically or mentally it is like coming back to life
again. A very positive poem, full of optimism. Like Spring too. The renewal
and rebirth. Best wishes Sally J
>From: Gill McEvoy <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: Gill McEvoy. new Sub
>Date: Mon, 3 Apr 2006 10:43:57 +0100
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>Hallo everyone, may I ask for some feedback on this please?
>
>Coming to Life.
>
>Settling the spoon on the counter after stirring tea
>you notice the litttle tremor of sound go humming
>into stillness.
>Peeling a banana, you're struck by the small brown
>freckles on its skin, flecks of dark grit in yellow sand,
>and you're back, excavating the beach
>with your red spade,
>sharp wind whipping hair across your eyes, the future
>out there, all blue and shining like the sea, everything
>still possible.
>You breathe the sudden bitter orange scent as you
>unlid the marmalade, and stand there, stupefied,
>amazed. After a long time ill, the first good day,
>coming to life again.
>
>Gill McEvoy.
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