
“Untitled” by Clyfford Still
some days
the mind
is too small
for a thought
to stand upright
no room
in the dark
for the least
bit of light
days like this
should be
sealed up
in little
green bottles
of airless
narcosis
to smother
where not
even poets
can breathe
I love this one Paul. I know days like that!
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much appreciated, peter
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Resonates with me
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I appreciate knowing that, syl – thanks
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you’re welcome my friend
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Yes. Also resonating…
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many thanks
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Oh my…this is so good (exquisitely written), yet terrible to experience.
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hopefully we learn something from all our experiences
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Yes, that’s surely the purpose…and school is never “out”.
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Yes, some day arrive like cards in black`bordered envelopes: best not to even open them; have an early martini instead, perhaps two . . .
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prosit
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