Max Reif

Rookie - 18 Points (1948 / OVER 400 POEMS SERVED! !)

The Alchemist - Poem by Max Reif

Each morning long before dawn,
I rise and creep downstairs,
an alchemist entering his study.

I turn on my magic screen
to see what gifts
the darkness has bestowed.

Again today, few results
of the work are manifest.

Disappointment rises.
gets up to comfort her,

and the work goes on.

Comments about The Alchemist by Max Reif

  • Linda Ori (11/27/2006 1:26:00 AM)

    Ah, a well-known scenerio, Max. Like opening the mailbox in breathless anticipation........ EMPTY! But it's that unexpected comment or message that makes it all worth the effort. So, keep penning, and making the magic happen!
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  • (4/29/2006 9:48:00 AM)

    Keep persevering through the disappointment. This too shall pass.

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  • (3/29/2006 5:01:00 PM)

    So true Max. And you do indeed turn words into gold.
    Anna xxx
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  • (3/24/2006 8:02:00 AM)

    maybe i'm understanding it wrong, but poets are like alchemists, they write poems and post it in here, the feeling of some one liking your work is undescribable. But even if know one notices your poem that doesn't mean that you should give up. We continue writing no matter what. All the best
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  • (3/20/2006 8:04:00 AM)

    I don't know why Max but this piece made me sit back and chuckle. Thank you. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 20, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, March 20, 2006

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