this is very good in that it muses & rambles philosophically, but doesn't
get stuck in all the common goo. some good little insights here, & images.
but technically the poem is a bit of a mess; if at least half of those
commas were eradicated, this would be even better. the rhythm jumbles this
unnecessarily at the moment.
KS
On 13/12/06, sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> I've been thinking, again, of you
> and others. How something we do
> not understand binds this universe
> together. That the dark
>
> matter of our brains may be what
> makes us who we are. How instinct,
> genetics, and experience weave
> together in a rope
>
> we may use to climb, or tie, or hang
> ourselves. Or others. How my brother,
> finally, released my hand, and died.
> This snow will, soon,
>
> release itself into air. I am thinking,
> again, of hearts: their dumb stamina,
> their unseen flaws and missed beats.
> That we can test only
>
> that which we can see. Or that which
> leaves a mark, some evidence of its
> existence, if only for a nanosecond,
> if only on a graph.
>
> Are we constructs? Is there a formula
> which expresses you, which expresses
> me? How our blunt hands hold on.
> How they let go.
>
>
> --
> ~ SB =^..^=
>
> http://www.sbpoet.com
>
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