A Terrible Parable That Doesn't Work In Process
by anne cunningham
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
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A Terrible Parable That Doesn't Work in Process
I climbed the tallest tree, only to find out
it was a mountain of grand fathom,
which turned into a water tower
and then a giant mushroom
to which, one would think,
was expanse great enough
to hold all secrets held so long at bay,
could be, would be, and should be carved,
and yet all the world crumbled
at my very lightest touch
as I sought to dig and delve,
a place to let go all I had to say,
in whispers and quiet abandon,
words so long withheld,
but the world of worlds
collapsed in my hands,
no hole deep enough to house,
the yet untold, holding me still,
tonight and every dawn,
the likes of short matchsticks,
burning to my quick
and I am rendered, yet again.
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| Reviewed by Gary Gebert |
7/25/2006 |
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Anne,
If there was anything written with more precision, I want to see it.
Each word, each phase, every line is...wonderful in the mind. It is written such that I must believe it true, the deepest thoughts can be conveyed in some form.
Not sure if this is off the cuff or had been a diamond in the rough, but it is just that. A diamond.
I'm humbled.
Gary |
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