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Post by Don Schaeffer on Jul 6, 2007 0:44:36 GMT -5
When I sit here, look into your eyes and see only the darkest mystery, why can't I assume that you are just like me?
After a lifetime moving about in a forest of things I thought we have in common, I'm still astonished how we pass each other in peace,
that you are civilized. I wonder even as I am preparing for the long, private time when I own everything.
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jul 14, 2007 11:27:37 GMT -5
i find that the longtitude and latitude you are able to roll through Shyness Coming of Age is truely outstanding. when writing such comments one may say that it is easy to praise an artist but it is not. I read three other of your poems that did not sufficiently stir in me but this one implodes into an inner cosmos with the subtelety of a big bang. dark mystery runs throughout...where is here? who is you contrast between common hostile things and passing each other in peace and of course a superlative three line 'ending' that opens onto an inner cosmos ...sweet mind relief
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Jul 14, 2007 13:52:33 GMT -5
HIgh praise indeed. Thanks Dunstan
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Post by robertrwoods on Jul 15, 2007 13:01:51 GMT -5
Well, other people are a mystery to be sure... but sometimes that mystery is quite transparent compared to that metaphysical labyrinth we call self. I love the forest metaphor and how you leave just enough to the imagination with your imagery.
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Jul 15, 2007 14:52:04 GMT -5
Thanks Bob
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