This year of time
I felt midrange
In snowless cold
beyond the wires
A few more pounds
from here to there
the mirror doesn't lie
or glance away
Here there be wagons
of childhood red
and ice cream, and you
rest my mind
Come back
as ever
or now
new
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
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8 comments:
Excellent.
I like this (even though a bit saddening). :-)
i agree with masago
an super piece
it has sadness in it but boy do i relate to it
good to have you back
cheers
Hummmmmm
nice verse.........
Midrange is certainly better than "last leg". I, too, relate too well. Good one Steve!!
a wonderful melancholy piece... love it.
(good to see you back)
Nay, the mirror never lies. Hopefully this year the mirror is good to me, though, usually it is. Maybe I should be more discerning. And there is nothing more delightful than "wagon red" or in the instance of my children's trikes "threewheeler red". Good reading your new work Steve.
I stopped looking at mirrors a long time ago! :)
Good to see your work!
masago - thank you (is it already a week!)
floots - new job - fortunately not a lot of time for the mirror :) thanks much for this note, need to keep writing
prashant - thank you for humming along :)
pat - midrange has its attractions and distractions - and miles to go!
polona - thank you!! :)
ryan - good to see your take on red here :)
aurora - thank you - I like the ending too.
andrew - good advice!!
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