Eavesdropping #3
Conversation through a locked bathroom door.
My boss asked me to take this poem down because the poetry I overhear is too close to the reality of others.
Friday, September 4, 2009
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Some people like to fish for sport, I fish for poetry. Since the end of 2008 writing at least one poem a day has become a central part of my spiritual practice. I believe that the seeds for everything that will ever exist are floating in the ethers waiting to be discovered, fertilized and utilized. There is a river of creativity flowing between the manifest and the unconscious. To catch those seeds, I get still, open my mind and pay attention to what flows by and use it to feed my soul.
A dialogue poem with great poignancy and bittersweet irony. The "Conversation" in the title is much more than mild pleasant chit chat: it's pleading, protest, persuasion, apology, questioning. The irony of the situation (the mother and son talking about how the son doesn't want to talk to visitors) is most keen in the lines "talk to them / tell them how you feel"
ReplyDeleteHow odd that you'd be asked to remove it. Perhaps you can modify it to make it less identifiable. It was an interesting piece
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