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And I keep in mind the last words, especially the IT: Freud's Id and the Kabbalah's It. And the poem looks like a spine.  MArcel

Janet,

You show your essence in and through those clipped short lines. You season the seriousness with laughter. Thanks for the nudge. Marcel

He drills down to the marrow,
Extracts a hardened core.
I look up and see sorrow.
He drills down to the marrow.
He bids me now to follow,
To let him mine the ore.
He drills down to the marrow,
Extracts a hardened core.

I can see you all the way there and back and the "fat buds". Glorious. marcel

Sitting in the waiting room,
We stare and look alike.
Visions beyond the door do loom,
Sitting in the waiting room.
We wait together for the womb.
We swim against the dike,
Sitting in the waiting room.
We stare and look alike.

Hey, Janet!  Is that you? Marcel (Lecram06).

ARIANDE'S STRING

III

he holds his spindle
he spins it    a childhood game
the thread unravels

maples helicopter seeds
more than enough honey bees

Hello!  Marcel Aime Duclos here in Peyton Colorado, a member of the Poetry Society of Colorado and a member of the Florence Writers Group.I am pleased to join you. I am an old philosopher, theologian, college professor and practicing psychotherapist; but mostly I am old and now know how little I kno...