Grex Poetry Conference Item 283

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Interrupted ~Erinn~

Oct 18 01:18 UTC 2001

Drumming fingers on the hearth;
sparks slide, lightened, through the chimney's grasp.

Between the branches of your fingers, there are
embered stars rising through the water in your glass,
frozen fires fleeing this space with your words
clutched close, theives that have stolen them with each sip

and left us interrupted.

3 responses total.

remmers

response 1 of 3:

Oct 18 15:18 UTC 2001

Can't a guy even take a water break without getting hassled?

jaklumen

response 2 of 3:

Nov 1 11:31 UTC 2001

too tired to comprehend it, but it sounds great and has a good rhythm.  
It's good to be back to read stuff like this again.

arianna

response 3 of 3:

Nov 3 01:21 UTC 2001

thanks. (:

it's really not a difficult scene.  two people, talking; one standing at
the mantle, holding a glass of water, the other sitting, watching the
sparks climb up from the fire and seeing them through the water in the
other one's cup.

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