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RSWells
Member Elite

since 2001-06-17

Posts 2533

0 posted 2003-01-11 03:00 PM

de-pres-sion (di presh'en) n.
3. a depressed or sunken place or port
4. dejection, sadness, gloom
7. a period during which business,
   employment and stock market values
   decline or remain at low levels
10. Astron. the angular distance
   of a celestial body below the horizon;
   negative altitudes
       -Random House Dictionary
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            3, 4 and 10

The moon is my preference, it's kinder light
asks nothing of me huddled in my recess,
does not vacate the stage to that force majeure
star, the sun, but lingers parenthetical
in a coddling pas de deux, often waiting
with me beyond the interrogator's heat
until it's examiner's light mercifully
sets beyond the walls I've built of misery
assuring high horizons and leaving me
in the negative altitude, my dark delight

            4, 7 and 10

Sun bleached, no dent or crease to hide in, just run.
craved, the earth reached for the rootless Okies,
the parched land cracked then bore down for their skin.
They tumbled west from gloom to sad dejection.
Dorthea Lange's photo, the migrant mother
whose name she didn't bother asking, the less
known pose, same stoic expression, betrayed by
the soft breast released from the cheap cotton dress
to feed and keep her infant girl among us.
As Steinbeck's wet nurse, madonna with raised eyes
delayed from wrath and dust the starving old man,
and do we all not need our Rose of Sharon?

Janet Marie
Member Laureate

since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

1 posted 2003-01-11 03:08 PM

The moon is my preference, it's kinder light
asks nothing of me huddled in my recess,
does not vacate the stage to that force majeure
star, the sun, but lingers parenthetical
in a coddling pas de deux, often waiting
with me beyond the interrogator's heat
until it's examiner's light mercifully
sets beyond the walls I've built of misery
assuring high horizons and leaving me
in the negative altitude, my dark delight
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thats it............
*breaking my pen* ... *scowling at me muse*
( whats the title mean? couldnt find it in my online dictionary Are you speaking french again?)

It's over long before her fall from grace, she's never been this far from safe.
Trying to see where it all began, she'll never be the same again.

Seymour Tabin
Member Empyrean

since 1999-07-07

Posts 31720
Tamarac Fla

2 posted 2003-01-11 03:26 PM

RSWells,
"do we all not need our Rose of Sharon?"
I think we do, enjoyed.

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

3 posted 2003-01-11 03:35 PM

What DO you eat
to come through
with thoughts like this?

garysgirl

Member Laureate

since 2002-09-29

Posts 19237
Florida, USA

4 posted 2003-01-11 04:01 PM

Richard, are you aware that you are brilliant? I think THAT'S how you come up with poetry like this.

However you come up with it, I like reading it..

"Love makes the world go around"
~~with love and hugs from Ethel~~

BluesSerenade
Member Patricius

since 2001-10-23

Posts 10549
By the Seaside

5 posted 2003-01-11 04:10 PM

until it's examiner's light mercifully
sets beyond the walls I've built of misery
assuring high horizons

Thanks for that thought...it makes me feel safe!

A very deep and soulful write Sir~
I enjoyed my stay!

passing shadows
Member Empyrean

since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

6 posted 2003-01-11 04:28 PM

good grief...too much of a thinker for me...nice write...will have to come back to read it again.

Sandpiper
Senior Member

since 2002-06-15

Posts 738
land of flora and fauna

7 posted 2003-01-11 04:35 PM

adapt and survive, 'tis their secret..and I fear they shall survive to taste the nectar long after we are gone--amazing write!!

"And it was at that age...Poetry arrived in search of me...And something started in my soul."
Pablo Neruda

Midnitesun

Member Empyrean

since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

8 posted 2003-01-11 09:53 PM

I've always assumed the insects would outlive mankind. They are hardier, and keep on marching no matter what we humans do to one another.

Mysteria

Member Laureate

since 2001-03-07

Posts 18328
British Columbia, Canada

9 posted 2003-01-11 10:51 PM

I hate cockroaches

but I love your poetry, and of course I had to love the last line as that was what I was named after

Keep it up Richard the poetry you have been posting far surpasses the norm, and its brilliant!

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