My long-time friend Alan, who (as far as I know, but there is probably much that I don't) has never been much of a poem writer or reader, sent me this:
Life (spirit; intellectual activity; etc.)
Exists (operates; achieves; abides; relates)
Between (metaphorically as necessary)
The clouds (steam)
And the glacier (ice)
In the thin film of now (a puddle)
Which is always
Running away
Evaporating
Or freezing solid
Now to explain plasma
Earlier, seeing my worn feeling on the sidebar (which should have changed to hot, but I never got around to it) he sent me this:
Worn:
Utilized
used until function and design are changed
Cared for through time and change
used carelesslyimplied end state
Wearing
...on the journey
Then I felt better. I felt better having read and thought about the poem, and I felt great that he wrote it!
So here, with his permission, I share it with you.
I love it, Susan ... that he wrote to you that way. His voice comes through in the poem(s) -- a good balance of left/right brain. I like it!
Posted by: Maureen | 29 June 2006 at 10:56 PM