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Post by Ivan Carswell on Dec 18, 2007 16:13:22 GMT -5
An easier call would have been to ignore the whole scene but you wanted to soar without leaving the ground - explore another way of flying. You never explained this to me, afraid I would not understand.
At least that part was true – I am not afraid of flying although landings do raise the body heat. I am not bloody minded, the deliberate meeting of two dissimilar states of motion is gracelessness to me.
You laughed when I closed my eyes, said are you afraid? I denied it but knew I lied, knew a small dying in the euphemism for release – the cry that precedes is a dying breath before you arrive. © 1 Feb 2007, I.D. Carswell
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Dec 18, 2007 18:55:13 GMT -5
Solid poetry. Does need to be re-read.
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Post by Ivan Carswell on Dec 19, 2007 2:17:41 GMT -5
Thanks Don, the re-read component was built in deliberately.
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Post by Bobby Slais on Dec 20, 2007 11:03:03 GMT -5
Hi Ivan
A wonderful read for sure. Deep and thought provoking this is. Certainly a piece that pays the reader to read and re-read.
I love this line
"I am not bloody minded,"
Great use of the language throughout. Thanks. Enjoyed!
Smiles! Bobby
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