QUIET BEFORE THE STORM

folded in the knowing... we all fail the endurance test never meant to last knowing accepting realizing the end comes very fast wise words my friend... love your writes, they always inspire me with concentrated thought. Richard

This phrase I love, it describes so much in so few words, as does the poem, the reality of which haunts the calm of our minds as we read and ride with you. Knowing and yet not wishing to know. End durance is a way of putting this word too perhaps. I like the poem but not its fateful intentions. Such experiences heighten the perceptions and the thoughts that the brain has pondered for a long time, all come to a head and are made clearer, or hang as a hypotheses forever unsolved and puzzling. Your poem becomes lucid and gives us all hints of the reality of suffering although never of such an intensity that only you have known. Your Annuccia fra Norge.