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Date Posted: 21:39:48 09/07/05 Wed
Author: Leisa*)
Author Host/IP: ip68-101-129-192.sd.sd.cox.net / 68.101.129.192
Subject: Re: The Weaving Of The Blonde Hair
In reply to: AGS 's message, "The Weaving Of The Blonde Hair" on 20:47:40 08/28/05 Sun

love this poem ags
but especially the great title!!

Leisa*)



>the ice has two minds
>
>as does, the snow
>but mainly the fog
>
>drawing
>shore
>as, a row boat
>in wind
>
>her eyes as, a velveteen curtain
>drifting so
>
>hanging
>
>in the almost, gale
>where the salt peppers
>like fleeting messages
>slid under
>
>the door,
>and as always
>
>they shall come
>alive
>
>as
>the ants hill
>
>roundabout, are
>so many boulders she
>has carried
>
>and dotted holes as eyes
>do again,
>turn; they rivet,
>to that which is
>half (seen)
>by the lives
>of the shadow
>
>that lurk the ground
>erectm arise
>
>slide,
>without a sound
>
>like a mast,
>holding the curtain
>
>the big breathes of wind
>fill
>
>notice,
>each ruble
>tarnished, stuck
>that fits neatly in her
>
>and the white
>the fleetingness, of memory
>that I thought had left
>
>long ago
>but was merely glare
>
>from the sheets
>in my eyes,
>and anchor stuck
>that shall not move
>
>and songs; from the planets
>
>weaving, weaving again
>to the sound of
>blond hair

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