Friday, June 02, 2006

Fig Saw Puzzle

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in guttered destiny
erased at the helms by
mired and dangerous
navigators ensuing
sinking ships.

3 Comments:

Blogger Hala Habib said...

Good friends are a treasure, follow the map to find it, use your heart to keep it. Sit down and discuss openly and acceptingly.

10:35 PM  
Blogger Ross said...

Hmmm...I agree in general. The devil is in the specifics, though. I wish you luck in your choice -- whether you've made the final one on this issue, or whether it's yet to be made.

Most days...I feel like friendships are second only to air and food for my health, but I can also fly over my personal history and find any number of lost or ended connections.

All I know for sure is that they're very important, and worth more than a bit of talk, and tears, and reflection.

(Great "shape poem". Did you intend
for it to look like a ship coming
straight at you (or away from you)?)

4:43 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The entire poem is an acronym for "Fig death by madness."

6:48 AM  

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