Having trouble typing, that is 'hardens'...
I mean, the poem sneaks up on itself at that point, in a slightly
snarky manner,... refuses simple nostalgia.
Doug
On 27-Dec-08, at 3:50 PM, Douglas Barbour wrote:
> I like the play on 'snowed' in the 3rd line, Dave, which ardens the
> whole a bit....
>
> Doug
> On 26-Dec-08, at 9:46 PM, David Bircumshaw wrote:
>
>> Even as I remember them, they fall from me.
>> Perhaps we were once a part, apart now
>> in the slush of waking, snowed by the fall
>> of soft slow flakes of shall we call it time?
>
> Douglas Barbour
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> Holy hath beris
> As rede as any rose
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Latest books:
Continuations (with Sheila E Murphy)
http://www.uap.ualberta.ca/UAP.asp?LID=41&bookID=664
Wednesdays'
http://abovegroundpress.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-from-aboveground-press_10.html
Holy hath beris
As rede as any rose
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