The Blue Feet of the Sun-
The blue feet of the
Sun like
Ethereal wads of
Chewing gum
In this ninja sky
An insomnia of love
Is absolutely possible
~
A Feral Soup for Wandering-
Up from the ankles
Of messy beginnings
I promise
A feral soup
For wandering
The uncountable knees
Of each star
The troubled fire
That leaves no
Paw prints
Poems raised by roads
A pedigree of precipice
The hijacking of the pantaloons
Of our galaxy
Roads raised by poems
~
Used Car Lots in the Month of May-
Blue stars with yellow brains of dust of the green of dusk
Like used car lots in the month of May.
And what difference a few birds like a few words are all that’s left
Of blue stars whose laughter is scarlet chopsticks.
It is the brighter darkness that does not need the rhetoric of flames.
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a potpourri of images here, Bob, admirably signed off by that killer last tine> ‘the rhetoric of flames’ !
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Thanks John! With a few touch ups, I thought these old poems should get another chance.
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I agree, Bob; I do the same ; we can’t be expected to come up with new material four or five times a week; we’re not journalists 🙂
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I love “the uncountable knees of stars”.
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Thank you so much! I’m very glad you think so.
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“A feral soup for wandering” is such a fantastic image. These were all a pleasure to read. Well done!
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Thank you!!
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What a stunning collection of poems you have on your blog, Bob. I so enjoy reading them. A line I didn’t quite notice before jumps out with new meaning.
“The troubled fire that leaves no paw prints.”
This is fascinating. I realised that fire still has a moving shadow even though it’s a light-giver but this feels like a different type of fire, like someone’s turmoil. And even then, I’m confounded. Which I don’t mind 🙂
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Thank you so much Sunra. I really appreciate your kind words. That means a lot to me. As far as the line you quoted, I think you are on to something when you bring up turmoil. The line may be confounding, but so often is turmoil. Thank you again!!
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