So it Seams

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

  1. 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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  2. 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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