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Living History

On very quiet days
the ghost of your whisper
echoes in the soulless wind

Yet even your laugh has
gone muted now (How final, that
memory’s ink fades into illegibility
across increasingly fragile pages
just as everything dries with time)

My own blots --
splashed droplets of
love, desire, fear, loss, anguish
stubborn spectres of struggle, misuse
once wet as
the searching thrust of hunger
are forever calcifying
gradually receding into
mere watermarks, salt granules, touchstones
finally becoming a part
of a larger landfall outside myself
shaped like the snaking tributary
of living human history

Someday I may lose
even the hope you brought me
(A gift fresher than any flowers)

Yet, legible or illegible,
your impression will remain
in the veins your thoughts have traced
and the buoyancy of my own laughter
gained from the depths you’ve weighed
into the rolling welcome of my oceanic heart

"All the darkness in the world
cannot put out the light
of one candle"

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The following comments are for "Living History"
by hazelfaern

Uhem. First, I need to state that tact has never been a finer point that I possess. I really appreciate your writing style, I always have. I really like the word "landfall" too. It is nothing like "graminivore" but just as intriguing. Here comes the tactless part.Living History was a really great book. I devoured it and talked about it for days. The last great book I read to be honest.To be honest, I have no complaints about your opus, nor can I critically critique it.It is great.Pasme mi boleto por favor, me voy a America del Sur.

( Posted by: xinerama [Member] On: November 29, 2004 )

Living History
Jen, I would comment, but I am sure I would fall short. Can I just say I echo Tina's reply? Beautiful!


( Posted by: nae411 [Member] On: November 29, 2004 )

Your imagery of fading memories is powerful, even disturbing. I was left wondering just how much of my life I don't remember. I guess even forgotten experiences shape who we are.

( Posted by: JD [Member] On: November 30, 2004 )

Assessing History
This particular poem went through a dramatic number of rewrites. I was so dissatisfied with the original shape of it that I filed it as a work in progress under Badpoem.doc. I wound up putting about 10 hours of editing into it until I finally wound up with something I felt I could live with.

Which is why the positive feedback on this particular piece means a great deal to me. Thank you Xinerama, Windchime, Tinalouise, Nae and JD for such wonderful words of praise. It does this writer's heart well.

( Posted by: hazelfaern [Member] On: December 5, 2004 )

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