So it Seams

Bob, , 
The tightrope artist is string theory.

It could go either way, 

That’s what makes it a fact.

~

Even metaphysics gets shin splints. 

But infinity can never touch its toes.

~

In bed, I move the 
Curtain with my foot.

The cat is on the porch roof, through
A tear in the screen. 

Suddenly reality 
Surpasses my sense
Of being.

Blood samples were taken.
The sun drank something of the moon. 

~

And though it seams, 

It blisters with gold.

17 thoughts on “So it Seams”

  3. great imagery, Bob esp with the shin splints and the sun blistering with gold; good to see you back at work; better get that cat down before a thunderstorm brews; some cats are clever at getting up but not in getting down which reminds me ….

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  5. This is distilled goodness in every line, Bob 🙂 Though some of them make my mind boggle. Love the opening stanza, so clever! And the title (did you mean ‘sew’ in the ‘so’ too?)

    I don’t know why I love this line: “In bed, I move the / Curtain with my foot.” Like you’re in recovery and that’s all you can manage but it’s still a feat (no pun intended) – does that make sense?

    Though I sincerely hope you are in good health! 🙂

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    1. Thanks Sunra! I didn’t mean the pun on so/sew, but I’m glad you did. It makes the title so much better. The feet/feat pun is really good too. I’m really glad you read into this poem in this way. It does make it better. I hope all is well with you!

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