I agree with Sheila. Not too distant from the Hardy selection we have been
praising.
On Dec 19, 2007 4:54 AM, Sheila Murphy <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> marvelous piece, Sharon.
>
> On Dec 18, 2007 8:16 PM, sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> > Here
> >
> > Birch trees thicken with snow; the landscape out this window is sugared.
> > Everything retreats to silence. I don't love you
> > anymore. It's all hardened, inside these thickening limbs, these
> > stiffening
> > joints. Hardened to ice, inflexible and cold.
> >
> > I've become brittle, sharp, and empty. My dreams are wisps, ghostly
> > and vacant of feeling. They pass through me like
> > breath on a freezing day. There is no space in me for religion, for
> rest,
> > for grace; no hope of transformation. It is all
> >
> > illusion. You, my passion, my love: illusion. This body -- I stare at
> the
> > palm
> > of my hand -- illusion. I am always asleep.
> > This language, so thin, so transparent: illusion. I release you now.
> > Today,
> > I release you. You, this day, this release: illusion.
> >
> >
> > --
> >
> >
> > ~ SB | http://www.sbpoet.com | =^..^=
> >
>
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