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Pastimes : A Poetry Corner -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Robert Douglas Hickey who wrote (226)	5/8/1999 2:10:00 AM
From: poet	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 1582

VARIATION ON THE WORD LOVE This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size for those warm blanks in speech, for those red heart- shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing like real hearts. Add lace and you can sell it. We insert it also in the one empty space on the printed form that comes with no instructions. There are whole magazines with not much in them but the word love, you can rub it all over your body and you can cook with it too. How do we know it isn't what goes on at the cool debaucheries of slugs under damp pieces of cardboard? As for the weed- seedlings nosing their tough snouts up among the lettuces, they shout it. Love! Love! singing the soldiers, raising their glittering knives in salute. Then there's the two of us. This word is far too short for us, it has only four letters, too sparse to fill those deep bare vacuums between the stars that press on us with their deafness. It's not love we don't wish to fall into, but that fear. This word is not enough but it will have to do. It's a single vowel in this metallic silence, a mouth that says O again and again in wonder and pain, a breath, a finger grip on a cliffside. You can hold on or let go. --M. Atwood

To: Robert Douglas Hickey who wrote (226)	5/15/1999 12:51:00 AM
From: Rainy_Day_Woman	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 1582

At times alone I am the strong one My shoulder made of steal my heart sealed in stone Nothing can break through this armor I will protect you from all I fear nothing and no one At times I am alone The heart in stone broken and sad My hands tremble with fears I cry from all the sadness I let no one know I let no one see I must hide this from you I can not tell a soul I wish I could be like you let my feeling flow I open my heart in the shadows In the darkness no one can see This is my life This is how it must be by Stephen Horn - 1997