tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8416825.post1299944804381656324..comments2023-09-06T02:38:55.328-07:00Comments on Graceful Presence: Wetness of the RiverMeredithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09432640322896933989noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8416825.post-10976302559454032732007-08-20T18:58:00.000-07:002007-08-20T18:58:00.000-07:00The poems are intentions, and they are reflections...The poems are intentions, and they are reflections, not realities. They reach, they point. I am simply inadequate to the task of describing the whole truth. But beauty and mystery sometimes drown me, erode me to the point where I do not know who I am. As I am swept away, I try to write about the currents.Joehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14748278232249698736noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8416825.post-42485495927721268032007-08-19T13:58:00.000-07:002007-08-19T13:58:00.000-07:00we all use metaphors to describe feelings of trans...we all use metaphors to describe feelings of transcendence. water is a common metaphor in that regard.<BR/><BR/>although you will never mention the drowning sensation of water, the erosion of land by rivers...<BR/><BR/>all this points to your intention to avoid describing the whole truth in your statements. ie your poems are intentions not realities although you wish they were one and the same.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com