The End

Poets and friends
And the way
Begin the day
That ends
With its beginning.

Now withdraw.

Short and direct Peter. We measure our days in endings sometimes, though it seems those days which blend into the next seamlessly are often the most memorable.

Les

The Alpha and the Omega. The A and the Z.

Sometimes ends are beginnings and some things have no end....like circles. Until recently, I had ever owned only one bible that was given to me in 1977. It was titled "The Way". With my renewed interest in reading and studying, just last night I read about how in Christ's last moments on the cross, he indicated he was thirsty. A reed or branch was dipped in vinegar wine and raised to his lips. Upon drinking, he said "It is finished" and died. Many see his death and subsequent resurrection as a beginning, however. I find your last line, referencing withdrawl, curious in light of where this poem took me.

Thanks, Peter.

Mary

The last line carries a note of "withdraw[al]" that makes me suspicious. IS all well, Peter?

p.s. I do like the poem though!

I am always suspicious of any position I adopt. Nothing specifically wrong autobiographicallywise, but thanks for the concern. The poem is about the psychological requirement to step back from intense intimacy even with a group of poet/friends as large as the circle I requested 'send me a poem' from by email, to which I got more than 50 responses, am still getting responses, and to whom I wrote and sent about 30 poems from 21 Sept to Sept 27...fertile after the new moon, after the Autumnal Equinox, about which I got ex post facto from one of my astrologer friends a detail explanation re: how full my sign was during the period.

cheers,

Peter

Pete, I will try to get to your poem asap, I hadn't checked the e-mail at AOL for quite a while.

Les