my current condition

[elazar]

Many angels have slipped my grip
And many have I forlorn
Any gesture flipped finger or nip
Would ease though much I mourn

Secluded poverty I wage
Lonelier sapper yet be birthed
Inside a world me by encaged
Dog-side and laptop hearthed

My pin be pressed switches and buttons
Underwater vision foggy satire
Cutting stitching mittens and muttons
So hoping waiting nothing

[mat james]

Hi elazar,

be birthed
Inside a world me

Great image of a thinking recluse.

Try posting this poem on the "lonliness and solitude" thread that Sandra posted.

Secluded poverty I wage
....Dog-side and laptop hearthed

It seems one is never really lonely if they have a dog for a friend and fibre-optic-cyber friends.
It is both :
a matter of degree and
a matter of perspective.

regards, Matj

[elazar]

thanks mat!
indeed, perhaps some loneliness is abated by the dog or online communicae.
salut,
e

[ania]

hey babe, i got your email re. australia. i wrote back twice but didnt hear. good to find you here, alive.

the feeling in your poem reminded me of this: (thanks mike )

A black eyed dog he called at my door
The black eyed dog he called for more
A black eyed dog he knew my name
A black eyed dog he knew my name
A black eyed dog
A black eyed dog.

I'm growing old and I wanna go home
I'm growiing old and I don't wanna know
I'm growing old and I wanna go home.

A black eyed dog he called at my door
A black eyed dog he called for more.

[jimbo]

yes now is the time for the rendevous,
two hearts entwined is that the answer?
waiting for the crimson rose .to burst into flower.
so i can take her and place her on my heart .
love consume her till the end of time.

for all the ladies in the foruum especially ...........


love jacobi<14/2/07

[elazar]

Ania! I've been meaning to write, though seem to have procrastinated beyond reason. This weekend, I promise!
Love,
E

[jimbo]

abs;lutly wondaba..................................