Solotramp's Podcast
Poetry Propaganda -- How audacious! by Eleanor A Binnings

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Two years ago today is when I flew to Phoenix to meet the surgeon for the brain bypass. 

These two years have truly been an incredible experience. 

I am alive.  Thank you, everyone!!!

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My first for 2008 . . . a poem I had sought . . . and here it is.  Cycles of life . . .

I Wait

We're slipping along the paths
that lead away from each other--
no longer lovers and barely friends.

The echo of your words of love
throb in empty canyons ever
more distant while day to day

jargon swallows memories of when
we once touched.  Even now a bond
reaches from me to you, each day

unraveling and growing more tenuous. 
We don't talk except in empty phrases
that neither move the earth nor us.

I neither leave nor stay . . .  I wait.


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