just ignore and let this one die

Pep could save so much time if he simply refrained from making the posts in the first place. Be efficient. Get right to the end result.

There's an echo in here.

Pep (Or a breach in the space-time continuum)

We need to get a message to Data . . .

Pep (Yes, *that* sad!)

/me cams in to see what Brenda has on her desktop. It's very tidy, I must say.

There really isn't much to untidy it. I really don't have many programs installed, other than SL, and a few utilities. I keep most shortcuts in the taskbar.

Wow...those were some incredible pics...! /me is a tad afraid of heights, but I might be able to try that...

Wow, I remember the quote from an Orbital CD I overplayed for far too long. I'm impressed (is that the right word?) that you recognized the original source!

There are a few places on the trip where you can look up or down and see other levels of the train tracks as the train climbs thru the canyon. We made the round trip thru the canyon. The first day I never considered the height or falling. Before making the return trip we had to stay an extra night because the tracks were blocked by a freight train that had derailed. On the return trip the idea of falling into the canyon did cross my mind a few times.

Trillium

by Louise Glück

When I woke up I was in a forest. The dark
seemed natural, the sky through the pine trees
thick with many lights.

I knew nothing; I could do nothing but see.
And as I watched, all the lights of heaven
faded to make a single thing, a fire
burning through the cool firs.
Then it wasn't possible any longer
to stare at heaven and not be destroyed.

Are there souls that need
death's presence, as I require protection?
I think if I speak long enough
I will answer that question, I will see
whatever they see, a ladder
reaching through the firs, whatever
calls them to exchange their lives—

Think what I understand already.
I woke up ignorant in a forest;
only a moment ago, I didn't know my voice
if one were given to me
would be so full of grief, my sentences
like cries strung together.
I didn't even know I felt grief
until that word came, until I felt
rain streaming from me.


Louise Glück, “Trillium" from The Wild Iris. Copyright ©1992 by Louise Glück. Reprinted with permission of HarperCollins.

Source: The Wild Iris (The Ecco Press, 1992).

A few years ago, I drove up the coast from Los Angeles to San Francisco. The view on Pacific Coast Highway was breathtaking, and holy cow, those were some sheer cliffs along the way. Fortunately, I was on the inside track. I was SOOOO glad I was NOT making the return drive back down the coast.

(Somehow feeling I might be alone on the thread in my love of poetry, heehee.)

Mid Term Break by Seamus Heaney

I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Counting bells knelling classes to a close.
At ten o'clock our neighbours drove me home.

In the porch I met my father crying -
He had always taken funerals in his stride -
And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow.

The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram
When I came in, and I was embarrassed
By old men standing up to shake my hand

And tell me they were 'sorry for my trouble'
Whispers informed strangers that I was the eldest,
Away at school, as my mother held my hand

In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs.
At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived
With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses.

Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops
And candles soothed the bedside I saw him
For the first time in six weeks. Paler now,

Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple.
He lay in a four foot box, as in his cot.
No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear.

A four foot box, a foot for every year.

Somehow feeling I might be alone on the thread in my love of poetry, heehee.

WOW this thread and all threads here moves fast. I had to step away and come back and I am so lost. "goes back and starts reading where I left off"

I know I'm bein bad an introducing an actual question here, but...

I went back and forth about a post earlier, and eventually posted it, then deleted it when I realized no one wanted to read that stuff anyway. Now I'm startig to think I shoulda jes left it.

How does everyone else feel? I know Pep deletes daily, but what about everyone else? Do you ever delete your posts?

thats the best way to do it. because this is where most of my posts are, I usually use the quick links to see my profile, then choose all posts by claire silverspar, then click on my last one and read from there lol

thats the best way to do it. because this is where most of my posts are, I usually use the quick links to see my profile, then choose all posts by claire silverspar, then click on my last one and read from there lol

I start from page 1 everytime

Thanks for the tip!

It's not poetry, it's free verse.

Pep (I'd say check the sonnets but they're gone . . .)

po·et·ry


noun

Definition:

1. literature in verse: literary works written in verse, in particular verse writing of high quality, great beauty, emotional sincerity or intensity, or profound insight


Hmmm... I always thought free verse was a form of poetry... as are sonnets, Haiku, odes, Villanelle, etc.