Chronicles of Zefania

Kosho really knows how to pick an ultra-smooth wine;
we know this `by-hands' as we draw the bottom line. If it's
okay, I'll borrow some notes if you want to decide ... Some big
clouds shine in the night sky, but my answer's not right. Our
number two boss enjoys a game of croquet ....
Who says God took away the mental pain; he's left me to
beg so why need I complain?
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An old pond A frog jumps in - The sound of water. • Sometimes The gaze falls slightly As if out of mind And there is sudden Loss of words, of thought But always they return With renewed clarity Of love The swoosh Of the plane itself Cold air The scream of it. • I think Every person in this world Should be able To swoosh On a plane. What were you thinking? It said If, it said Every person Could swoosh Every person Would be happy Every person Would be satisfied What then Would be the need for wars? So we swoosh Do we not? Does anyone listen? &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp The following is colour as ethereal as the poetic works of Arrialeon. It is called Lines on Blue Green. If one tends to flinch at abstract art, I advise you to look away right now. If, however, we agree to only exchange with nature on her own ground, where she tangles her admittedly beautiful lines of color, as creating a co-habitation in peace, one will do better. Lines on Blue Green - Charles Frazier A Visual Response to Poetry and Mythos by Nora Carey Ellis and Dave Ellis For more information, please visit our Web site at www.microw.com The poem Black and White has a theme like so many of mine, which is the insignificance of a single human being, and how we get sidetracked by projecting our own self-importance of past triumphs, vices, victories and crimes, as if they impact the endless stream of time. A work or a life may have value, but we have not contributed to history as much as we think. Every book, article, film, photo, every art piece must pass away, awaiting our written words, a silent interruption in this noise and "clutter" of history. More elegies I see coming. There is a longing in this poem for the past as well as the anticipation of something completely new. You have to have "the mind of desperation," to use a bad phrase, but also "the mind of happiness" which comes from simply being in the moment - means we have never been happy at all before. The poem Fashion is more innocuous, something to read while you're waiting for that next flight or standing in line. The woman mentioned in this poem is not Orpheus' wife. Racing Cars is a homage to the 1967 film, Grand Prix, starring James Garner. Yes, I adore him, not just because he was fast, but because he could drive fast and he knew how to race, and the British drivers say he was pretty good, too. In the scenes on the track, Garner's slow motion was typically brilliant and full of humor. I was always awed by what an unusual car enthusiast he was, even off the screen. Thanks for all the links, Gerrell. You might know that Carolyn, R. and I are Godparents to Beagle, the flying French bulldog in Germany. Give your kids a hug from us. Love y'all. Claire, we have some pics for you, too. Look in our