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March 21, 2011

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Ooops, all the lines fell out

Ooops, all the lines fell out of the above poem when I posted it.

Arnold Porter more than 3 years ago

This is an interesting

This is an interesting artlcle. As a hospice counsellor who writes poetry, I am interested in your project and to its applicability to our work here at Victoria Hospice. Perhaps you could tell me whaty the two assignments you offer your patients are (besides the offer to write a poem for them? Thank you for your help

Here's a poem of mine so you can see what I'm doing. Arnold

A THOUSAND

A thousand houses,
A thousand trinkets:
Paintings, knickknacks, Christmas cards,
Pictures of family, of kids growing up,
A thousand beds,
A thousand families,
Sons, Daughters, Husbands, Wives,
Caring, distraught, laughing, crying,
Counting time in days,
As sunlight comes and goes
Across the carpets
Across the walls,
As the moon and street lamps
Shine in the windows.
A thousand pill bottles
A thousand bouquets
A thousand injections
As a thousand actors take their bow and
—in their own way—
Leave this stage.


A. Porter

Arnold Porter more than 3 years ago

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