(....02aug) As My Recovery Progresses

Poem By Max Reif

A little while ago
I came down to the computer
in the early morning light,
strong as a lumberjack
in a forest of redwoods,

read a few poems,
and in the shadow
of my conscious mind
felt the seeds
of something great
beginning to sprout.

Now, after answering
a little correspondence,
I already feel the need
to go back to bed,
and I'm fumbling
through these papers
on my desk

wondering how
you can misplace
a whole epic?

Comments about (....02aug) As My Recovery Progresses

Max this is wonderful. So clear and uncluttered with a smiling self deprecation that is very appealing. I love your poetry. It says so much about you. love, Allie xxxx
That which sprouts induces sleep and then this, enjoyable piece!
This is great Max. In itself an epic. It is the type of works that attracted me to you in the begining. You have certainly trimmed down your approach and, in doing so, have found a stronger voice. This is a great example of that.
It's easy, you're drunk, you have short-term memory loss, I have both off these, , , Great Poem.. Colin J...
Oh Max this sou resounds! I do the same of course. Internally an epic going on (though there is always the distinct possibility that it might have turned out as sheer crap) . And then the messages.... yep..... all those tossed around lines of a few moments ago lost into oblivion. Love it. t x


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