And this philosophy, A slang Of light through the pane, A metaphysical slip Of the noon. The Void Approximately where, Is a belly flop Holding a broken guitar. It won’t stay long. It did not evolve to stay long.
And this philosophy, A slang Of light through the pane, A metaphysical slip Of the noon. The Void Approximately where, Is a belly flop Holding a broken guitar. It won’t stay long. It did not evolve to stay long.
I love this. The last line is especially powerful. Well done!
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Thank you!!
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stunning as always, Bob 🙂
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Thanks John!
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“A metaphysical slip of the moon.”
I love this piece. But it’s too short, I want more! ☺️
I guess that’s a good technique though. To stop short, to not give it all, if anything, away.
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Thank you! If I ever add to this poem, I will let you know.
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Noon!
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