[Critique Group 2] Leonard's comments on Joan's piece

[tuchyner5 at aol.com]

A nice little poem 

in which that which ails becomes itsown escape from itself.  

The little box is full of what isdreaded. 

It is found in a room

, which sounds a lot like the box that was the same. 

I think they are the same. 

The box is all comsuming. 

The dread is isolation. 

But the fear of the isolation is sosevere that it explodes 

and overwhelmed she is cast into thesky out her isolation.  

So fear of isolation is the cure forisolation. 

 

Joan Nov 

 

 

I found you in a little room

a little room more like a box

a box to contain your enormous dread

 

your dread of isolation

the isolation readying itself toconsume you

isolation like an explosion fromabove

 

an explosion that will blow the lidoff the box

fling you up into the air and out ofthe little room

and maybe into my world

 
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