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Poem Details
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| Title: | Quest |
| Author: | Cathy Page |
| Date Submitted: | 11/1/2007 |
| Email: | quixotic@iinet.net.au |
| Poem: |
Yesterday I watched a bird pecking futilely against the glittering surface of his reflection. Is this the way I battle my own past, flinging myself quixotically against its pain? Talking about it is sometimes like telling a dream over the morning table, poured like sour milk. I bargain for a modicum of peace and hope, reminding me of those I have loved and still love. I set out on a quest to fill my hands until the flawed joy of humanity runs through my fingers like a blessing, lying like the lion and the lamb, beside its grief. ... |