From: sienna@yabbs
To: pixy@yabbs
Subject: re: <no title>
Date: Sun Jun 26 22:10:57 1994
Ok...here goes.

I wrote this because I was feeling extremely sad and didnt have enough 
energy to post a poem I had already written...didn't feel like typing from 
another piece of paper..so I went into the poetry base, selected
 enterage and just began typing.

Whatever came to mind.

Well, what came to mind (naturally) was a thunderstorm because it was 
actually raining this morning when I sat down to type. This poem is more 
of a Sylvia Plath/John Berryman kinda poem (confessional poets) because 
what I wrote about has extreme significance to me....thunderstorms and 
spiders.....because as a child I was traumitized by both.....it holds 
meaning to me and me only...although many could relate to being 
uncomfortable around them...the same thing with yellow rooms...this is
 symbolism which is symbolic to me only.

I do not know why I worte it. I just started typing and that is what I 
came up with. 

The reason the connection between nature and emotion weakens at the end is 
beacuse the storm abated some. I guess I see the connection of storms and 
my emotions like me and my anger....the storm being nature's version of 
anger or pent up hostility/agression which is being released...I guess 
sometimes I am jealous of nature for being able to purge itself of 
its anger...or whatever.....I wish I could do that sometimes...

Another reason is that there is a separation in my mind...a sepration or 
going apart that co-exists with my emotions. Once again only if you knew 
my story would you understand this....but I do not think it was a 
completely conscious thought that I weakened the connection...not 
deliberate....


As for the rythym I was feeling disjointed...I guess I felt removed from 
my sadness and depression even though I was feeling it..it was muted...I 
felt like I was standing back from it at arms length and examining 
it...yet feeling its impact on me as well. This probably makes no sense to 
you but I guess the only way to describe it is that I dissociated the 
feeling.

I hope to continue getting feedback...I am so glad someone finally gave me 
something to think about on my poetry.....thanks pixy...it was 
appreciated...and is appreciated.

Sincerely,

Dee