A fine poem, a fine thought enriched with words. I rise my hand in a hippie
salute: Peace.
Andrew
On 11 August 2011 08:06, Sheila Murphy <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Means a lot to me that you say this, Stephen. I genuinely appreciate it.
> Warm wishes, Sheila
>
> On Wed, Aug 10, 2011 at 4:57 PM, Stephen Vincent <[log in to unmask]
> >wrote:
>
> > I like this, Sheila. Tough clarity & honesty.
> > A frame in which the contents scratch 'the picture'.
> >
> > Stephen
> >
> > --- On Wed, 8/10/11, Sheila Murphy <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> >
> > From: Sheila Murphy <[log in to unmask]>
> > Subject: When We Were at Peace
> > To: [log in to unmask]
> > Date: Wednesday, August 10, 2011, 4:53 PM
> >
> > When We Were at Peace
> >
> > Apart from feeling peace,
> > I tried to think it,
> > Even despite the jagged rocks
> > Planted as if everywhere, as if to obscure
> >
> > The lack of renovation in my heart.
> > In my heart, I calculated
> > How distinctive this
> > Long pause between
> >
> > A prior circumstance and an un-
> > Known future would not last.
> > Not last, I felt the barbs
> > Of non-appreciation, as if
> >
> > None of this was real, none
> > Happened, we were all expecting
> > Something constant, this
> > Eternal getaway.
> >
> > Sheila E. Murphy
> >
>
--
Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
'Mother Waits for Father Late' republished available at
http://www.picaropress.com/
http://www.qlrs.com/poem.asp?id=766
http://frankshome.org/AndrewBurke.html
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