Just endorsing Andrew's remarks about this poem,,,Max
On 13/3/08 10:48 AM, "andrew burke" <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> 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:
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>> 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.
>>
>>
>>
>> --
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>>
>> ~ SB | http://www.sbpoet.com | =^..^=
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