Hi Sheila
I have been looking at this - it seems a long time, but it's a few days
since you posted it. The nearest I can come to what I think I want to say
(!) is that I couldn't quite place myself in relation to it; but I knew I
was in relation to it -- I was watching a percussionist (Steve Noble) who
was moving from one striking sonic thing to another, all of them related
but I couldnt say how -- I've got a little used to it now & find it a
striking & enlivening poem. Thanks L
On 27 October 2014 17:59, Sheila Murphy <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> A spindly and
> transparent winter
> parts from
>
> lake
> the color snow,
> foreground
>
> of sticks
> alongside
> evening's pale
>
> sky parted
> from shared
> place.
>
>
> Sheila E. Murphy
>
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