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Seaangel
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0 posted 09-12-99 04:52 AM       View Profile for Seaangel   Email Seaangel   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Seaangel

Moments in which she pierces the outer
drab & pull of days,
unclothing like a rose
to the unborn scent-locked promises
of the next moment & tomorrow

but HERE and NOW she stands
perpetually lined of dust & colour
& the hole in which she wriggles
in the world
& HERE is YOU,
thick-lipped sepia painting
with a NOSE and EYES
of charcoal, suddenly HERE & NOW

she does not know what you are,
but she sees you are real.

& then she fills a cup and
palms a coin
& goes back to her book.
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Fitted to the strangeness of
shadow continual light
& opaque reasons, all she sees
are moments of bits driving
in a timeless swing
without rule.

She runs two fictions within which
she is real & unreal,
one already distilled into lines,
the other running circles around her.

the circles are TIME SPACE WORK FAMILY BOOKS
SELF CONSTRUCTS WORDS CAUSALITY
& WALT WHITMAN,

being a practical romantic.
Of course she has her loves & themes,
some rutted deep.
Mired in these, in circles of concepts & stilled constructs,
she (outside) lives & goes on
eternally further.
© Copyright 1999 Angela King - All Rights Reserved
U K Hero
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since 08-08-99
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1 posted 09-12-99 01:16 PM       View Profile for U K Hero   Email U K Hero   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for U K Hero

Your work is hard work (a compliment)
One has to read it three times just to begin to understand it.

But who said understanding comes easy …eh… glad I read it..
Severn
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2 posted 09-14-99 11:15 PM       View Profile for Severn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Severn

Very, very deep, bottomless even! I really like this.
Christopher
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Purgatorial Incarceration


3 posted 09-15-99 02:17 AM       View Profile for Christopher   Email Christopher   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Christopher

I must be a dummy today, because I had to read this 6.2 billion times ...and I'm still not sure I get it.
I'm not saying that's a bad thing...lord knows I need challenges here and there, to keep me on my feet. You have certainly provided me with one here!

The first one and a half paragraphs lent me a feeling that you were saying that consideration of the future is important, but the NOW, is where we have our impact. Then you kind of lose me here and there.
It may be that you're referencing something that I'm not familiar with.... But in any case, I pick up bits of meaning here and there, that seem to be profound philosophical statements, mixed in with ...something?

I wouldn't mind a breakdown if that wouldn't bother you. I really would like to understand the meaning. I love the style, but admit, (don't laugh) to confusion.

Christopher
 
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