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The Learning Of
by Philippa JaneIt is February
which lies eight
letters too
distant to clearly
recall yet four
syllables close
enough to stain
my eyes.
It was your voice
that remained fifteen
numbers too
absent to swiftly
scream yet one
dial tone familiar
enough to plague
my mind.
And it is the
waves which
I can still
envision, licking
trails across
fresh tears
meeting sand
grazing snow -
when the
elements meshed
together underneath
my feet, as if
to capture my
impending state
of mind at the
learning of
your passing. 01/22/2003 Author's Note: Inspired by the photograph "Surf Sequence 5" by Ansel Adams. This poem was written for a school assignment. We were required to choose a piece of art or a photograph and write a poem based on the image.
Posted on 08/09/2003
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| Posted by Don Coffman on 08/12/03 at 07:45 PM A top grade came out of it, surely. This is a great job, a vivid presentation with words and plenty to be curious about and ponder. |
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