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This poem is for Red Poppy (the “real” person, I mean, not the “evil overlord” character playfully developed as per this thread)... so to Red Poppy...

Okay, it’s three a.m. I have insomnia, or middle-of-the night insomnia. I've decided Poppy’s poem probably needn’t survive a full twenty-four hours. Still, its good intent was hopefully registered. I’m feeling a bit blue, actually. I guess because I’m realizing how little I really know the people here, although I guess in my mind I’ve "filled things in" so that I could believe that maybe I do know some of you. I keep thinking of the Wizard of Oz… only, Dorothy actually knew the people she met (or the people behind their personas) during her strange and wondrous visit on the other side of the rainbow. So, it seems I'm over the rainbow, only I really don't know the scarecrow, or the tin man... although I wanted to believe I did. Perhaps my cat, Crescent, is my version of Toto, only he's right here beside me.. so I know I didn't make him up (!)

I think I'll make some of Cate's blueberry tea... (you can find the recipe on The End of the road poem thread if you'd like) (mind you, as a drink it's lethal)... hopefully it'll fix me right up.

Well, good-night Leonard. I know, since I don't know you personally, that I've had to have made a good deal of you up too. At least there's your music and your words... they'll always be real to me... v.


... okay for Cate (given her comments on the post below):


There is a beautiful light:

the
light of day,

when all seems so
uncertain.


Violet, 10 07 08


[Wednesday night, Oct. 8th, 2008, New York City. It's a quiet night it seems. Holiday time for some... for others, just the bittersweet quality of fall. I'm just having my late night quotient of Cate's blueberry tea (involving Grand Marnier and amaretto, by the way)... then it's off to my usual set of nightmares I suffer after drinking Cate's tea... and so, just perhaps, you'll all be hearing from me later... v.]

[much later edit: just a snip snip here and there].. [in the wonderful Land of Oz]

Hi Ms. V. - you took away R.P. poem.
That light is just about to hit my window, maybe 5 min. from now and I wanted to re-read.

I sometimes wander in the night. I never used to, although I have always woken too early.

'Knowing' people is an odd thing. I don't think we ever really know anyone - but we can know slivers of them well.
Often I don't even know myself.

ohhh, here it comes my sky is turning that blueish purple, any minute will be that light - I can't remember what you said though - possibilities? ...

hi Cate
what a sweet sweet thing to happen upon in the morning.

Cate, see my post above... good morning, by the way... v.

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Very lovely piece Ms V. It was good to read it again.

Did you ever find the sign you started looking for?

That's a good question. It seems ages ago now, those strange somehow wondrous days that yielded the poem that starts off this thread. I know I've found a great many things here though, all of which have possibly helped me to know myself better, which might be more important than a sign. Still, in the back of my mind I'd kind of like the Violet of this particular thread to continue her story, since I think it might take her/me/us to some interesting places.

Anyway, thanks, I.F., for your words of appreciation (!)

v i o l e t






[much later edit: as per earlier editorial notes, I'm just trimming, deciding what to leave here at the Forum]

Song

I almost went to bed
without remembering
the four white violets
I put in the button-hole
of your green sweater

and how i kissed you then
and you kissed me
shy as though I'd
never been your lover

- L. Cohen

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added
I'll do a Violet backtrack - as I did a post and run yesterday.
This poem is from the Spice box of the Earth, which would have been the first book of poetry I ever read from cover to cover and I think still remains my favourite book of poetry.

... I am overcome somehow... so very lovely, Cate...

v i o l e t (though more pale now, it seems)...


edit... couldn't resist adding the color... I'm on a color kick these days... (watch out)... v.
... oh, highlight the white text for easier reading... (by the by)...

Beautiful