Thank you all, for your attention to this poem.
The words came fairly easily, much as you see them, but the form took work.
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~ SB | http://www.sbpoet.com | =^..^=
On 3/12/08, andrew burke <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
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> Sharon - a sad and brilliant poem. Thanks for letting us read it. The
> interweaving of the phrases addresses the interweaving of dream and
> reality,
> and the living and the dead, beautifully.
>
> Was this a 'given' poem? or did you have to work and work on it? It seems
> so
> natural to me, like folding dough in before baking a loaf.
>
> Andrew
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>
> On 13/03/2008, sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> >
> > A chilly overcast day. One day
> > unfolds into the next. My brother
> > visits my dreams, one night folding
> > into the next. I think of his long bones,
> > the long bones of his fingers, shards
> > in the ashes. I think of his passion
> > for opera, the depth of his voice,
> > his mind folding one day into
> >
> > the next. Sparrows calling from
> > the garden, scandal in the news,
> > mournful music on the radio. How
> > he loved Mozart, opera, Sondheim;
> > how his long legs loped through
> > the streets of Manhattan; how
> > that hole inside him could never
> > be filled; how he looms
> >
> > in my dreams, tall and alive;
> > the inconsequence of our
> > conversation, the dead to the living,
> > the living to the dead, not noticing
> > how one folds into the other, folding
> > together, dream into dream, brother
> > into sister. How we light each other's
> > smokes. How light we are, how thin.
> >
> >
> >
> > --
> >
> >
> > ~ SB | http://www.sbpoet.com | =^..^=
> >
>
>
>
>
> --
> Andrew
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