Sharon, I feel here the invisible line that runs along viola clef. Perfect
way of giving emptiness its way of being. Vacuum portrayed with depth, which
seems difficult, until this poem.
sheila
On Wed, Feb 11, 2009 at 9:58 AM, sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Seas between us, and time.
> I climb beneath my quilts.
> You wake in a bright room.
> You are not alone. I move
> through dreams dense
> with rage. Your children
> berate me. There is no
> escape. This long winter.
>
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> sharon brogan
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