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STAGE LOVE
by Algernon Charles Swinburne
When the game began between them for a jest, He played the king and she played queen to match the best; Laughter
soft as tears, and tears that turned to laughter, These were things she sought for years and sorrowed after.
Pleasure
with dry lips and pain that walks by night; All the sting and all the stain of long delight; These were things she knew
not of, that knew not of her, When she played at half a love with half a lover.
Time was chorus, gave them clues
to laugh or cry; They would kill, befool, amuse him, let him die; Set him webs to weave to-day and break to-morrow, Till
he died for good in play, and rose in sorrow.
What the years mean; how time dies and is not slain; How love grows
and laughs and cries and wanes again; These were things she came to know and take their measure, When the play was played
out so for one man's pleasure.
Red
Contempla #6"You're just a wave, you're not the water" ~Butch HancockOften insightful
when wandering fearful while still but stop anyway and consider expanding concentric fear rings parts of psyche
that resemble towns on map I'm loathe to re-visit traveled through so long ago ephemera dream-like sequences memories
surface fear sparkles like new snow chilling yet poignant everywhere Allowing it all back in HEART sees
answer and speaks to BRAIN:
HEART continues: "What does
the object of your fear mirror within you? Therein lies your answer and your liberation from fear." BRAIN replies: "Thank you, HEART Now I'll resume my wandering."
©2002 by Margaret
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Song of the Hopeful Victim
"Let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.."
~Bob Dylan
From one sphere to another he was thrown
Until there were was nowhere to be
What then?
A box was his only choice
Fortunately there was breatheable air in the box
But the box would not revolve
In accordance with
Universal requirements.
He tried to sand down box's sharp corners
Easier said than done
Birds came along
One pecked away at the infernal cube
A hole appeared
Rain leaked in
He drank rain water
And hoped for a miracle
Right now he's barely existing
Full of hope
Trying out new ideas
And still waiting
For that miracle.
Anonymous 10/29/01
Dream Wall
You dance in the dark forest of my dreams Forefront, focused, fast Lithe, daring, & willful Sometimes
only a shadow Amid firs and pines Ever present What will happen when you permeate longstanding
firewall & appear in my waking reality? Margaret 7/28/01
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