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I like much in this, Deborah, but it seems, if I may say so, two headed. Which is to say I wish some of the preoccupation with writing could be left behind, there are these wonderful clusters of images in the poem, but then the sort of wandering back to the viccissitudes of writing. Anyway, I hope my comments aren't unwelcome, best, Rebecca --- deborah russell <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > Another Horizon > > In a sequence of sonnets, I become weary of old > dreams - > dusty images that film the windows as sunlight webs > the walls … > When away from home, I dream of being home - when > home, I dream of being alone on an island scented > like tangerines and pink grapefruits that writes > poems > without vengeance . . . > The difference between now and summer is not you or > me, > it isn’t endless poetry. . .this morning it is > merely the buds that > unfurl on the apple trees outside my front door > My traveling mind is wandering, wondering how many > times > (in the weeks ahead) I will take time to notice > changes, > and observe the random thoughts with these pencil > renegades - no doubt, to live on in complete > oblivion > What do apple trees mean to you or anyone really? > I read wavering smoke - the meaningless upward > twists > and try to translate the ribbons as signals in > illiterate > forms of English - I watch subtle movements form > another > and yet another horizon - remember some details of > our last > dinner together with a need to revise and edit the > world for a future - > a poem in a thousand unknown languages > I’m inclined, more and more, to notice the warmth of > the sun, > the white tentacles on tiny leaves, and the scent of > a pure > blank page in my notebook. > In the transformations of light and shadow across > white stones > and garden statuary there is the beginning of a poem > of dozing spiders, > in a nest of leaves, webbed in the shadowed corner > of the terrace > There is no return to Eden, no end to selfish love > stories > their stages of death and dying as the sun feeds the > night > A bird labors across the sky in an exile of > hieroglyphs > and blazing letters > > Deborah Russell, © 2006 > __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com