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Post by Ivan Carswell on Jan 18, 2012 20:26:34 GMT -5
it is an anger that expresses frustration better than blind rage – there are clear demarcations; and it is thus the whom, what and where of it is never in doubt to this as yet & unlikely to be expurgated version of events – now largely lost to internecine turns and manifold twists of intricate machinations of fate
still seems strange the late blame stays fresh against amelioration of latter days evidence, and the consequence; there’s less restraint now explaining anomalies estranged to feelings never illuminated originally against their distant origins © 19 January 2012, I. D. Carswell
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jan 20, 2012 4:47:39 GMT -5
powerful poem from where I stand...it brings to mind the strong emotional shake and evolution of Maltese and for that matter Italians Greeks and others who have found their home thousands of miles away in such a rich and friendly country as Australia, where their past is behind them round a blind corner at immediately behind their backs into a present and future they belong to with all their spiritual might, yet the past still lingers somewhere within thier concious semi-gravity...
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Post by Ivan Carswell on Jan 20, 2012 18:51:03 GMT -5
Yes Dunstan, you are right on the money! There is greater universality to the condition than meets any casual eye - and learning to live with it still presents an element of subconcious dischord; on the other hand making the most of latter day largesse is the key to survival!
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