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Open season on interpretations: "remort" - Nobody wears a white coat any more...
...a tribute to becoming a doctor.
ayradyss
ayradyss
Open season on interpretations: "remort"
Death came
    in a car
         filled with hellfire,
brushed by
               on butterfly wings,
    paused,
           and looked me in the eyes.
And seeing 
      (for Death would know)
                that we are well acquainted,
           he and I,
Death passed me by.
                "remort" 11-Sep-03

now feeling:: thoughtful thoughtful

5 whispers echo . o O ( ... ) O o . whisper a word
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staircase_wit From: staircase_wit Date: September 11th, 2003 04:11 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)

Dickens?

Looks like a variation on the Dickens poem.
ayradyss From: ayradyss Date: September 11th, 2003 05:31 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)

Re: Dickens?

There's a Dickens poem? Maybe that's why it felt so familiar when I was writing it. It's assembled out of fragments I jotted down in the last week.
feathered From: feathered Date: September 11th, 2003 06:36 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)

Re: Dickens?

Does staircase_wit mean the Emily Dickinson poem?

Because I could not stop for Death--
He kindly stopped for me--
The Carriage held but just Ourselves--
And Immortality.

We slowly drove - He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility--

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess - in the Ring--
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain--
We passed the Setting Sun--

Or rather - He passed Us--
The Dews drew quivering and chill--
For only Gossamer, my Gown--
My Tippet - only Tulle--

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground--
The Roof was scarcely visible--
The Cornice - in the Ground--

Since then - 'tis Centuries - and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity--

Mmmm. I love Emily Dickinson, she's one of my aboslute favourites, but I don't like that poem as much as others. I much prefer 'I heard a fly buzz when I died' or 'I started early, took my dog...'

I like the poem that you wrote, too, Nykki. Pretty.
ayradyss From: ayradyss Date: September 11th, 2003 06:49 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)

Re: Dickens?

That one is nice, but I too have seen Dickinson I liked better.

And thanks.
From: dr_bobbie Date: September 11th, 2003 04:43 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)

Lovely. I need to find my voice. I miss my poetry.
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