Thought for the Day, Oct 6,00

Subject: RE: Thought for the Day, Oct 6,00
From: Peter T.
Date: 06 Oct 00 - 02:17 PM

No, alas, the real thing.
yours, Peter T.

Subject: RE: Thought for the Day, Oct 6,00
From: Jeri
Date: 06 Oct 00 - 02:04 PM

Peter, I seem to have it stuck in my head that you're talking about celestial lovers - a very elaborate and beautiful riddle. N'est-çe pas?

Subject: RE: Thought for the Day, Oct 6,00
From: katlaughing
Date: 06 Oct 00 - 02:02 PM

Excellent suggestion, Peg! Beautiful imagery all of you.

Subject: RE: Thought for the Day, Oct 6,00
From: Micca
Date: 06 Oct 00 - 01:53 PM

Peter, if I may interject, a similarish situation ( people preparing to divorce as viewed by an outsider:-
THE HOSTILES

Steel-helmeted
wary under the white flag,
into the truce
they emerge.
The armed guards
alert,guns at ready
visible behind their eyes.

No weakness
showing towards
each other
they come forward
to greet and welcome
the guest
to the family home

Then their duty done
the shutters clang
down
to punctuate your visit
and underline
their concession.

I have felt more warmth
in a mortuary
and more humanity
in a book on calculus

Subject: RE: Thought for the Day, Oct 6,00
From: Peg
Date: 06 Oct 00 - 01:38 PM

I humbly and heartily suggest that we perhaps begin a poem of the day thread?

(That is not to say that having an occasional poem as the thought of the day isn't totally grand...)

And when you're taling about Peter T,s thoughts, well, let's face it, the mans keyboard drips poetry...

Subject: RE: Thought for the Day, Oct 6,00
From: GUEST,JenEllen
Date: 06 Oct 00 - 01:31 PM

Small voice rising higher in song
He placed his hand on the welts in her back
Knowing precisely where to pinch
The harsh whisper "You're too loud"
Brought silence and chewing of lips
Sitting, standing, and kneeling
Between the Unforgivable

Subject: Thought for the Day, Oct 6,00
From: Peter T.
Date: 06 Oct 00 - 08:59 AM

Try that again:

MORTAL ENEMIES

We are mortal enemies.
All who know us, know we do not speak,
Will not go anywhere the other does,
And will not hear the other's name at all.
Our closest friends and families do not meet;
Or if they do, they spit out curses
With their grape seeds in the marketplace.
No one now recalls the ancient slight
That caused the wall to come between us.
Who cares? The long tradition holds
And stretches back before the springs of time.
Occasionally, some fool who has not heard
Or some fresh fusser from either clan
Will have a brand-new go --
And at the accidental plotted tea,
Dinner, reconciliation dance --
We, glittering in hostility,
Ensure that our intrepid go-between
Drops darkly to a glacial grave.
And so we watch each other's circling camp,
Surveying through the darkling blood of night
Our forces ranged and warmed by icy fires,
Fueled by the eternal flame of hate.
Before the battle royal comes again
--While ignorant sentries doze on watch --
We pick our way across our no man's land,
And as the morning comes, at last, we
Betray ourselves into each other's aching arms --
As we have done on O so many bitter nights
Since first we fell immortally in love.

-pt.