A Poem-
Like a road in a dream.
Almost no gas left, and the universe is old.
Above the seasick brick houses
The moon bends without making a sound.
Everywhere the universe begins.
~
Autumn-
Simple like a comb
Or some bricks in the bathtub.
~
Of Spring (now faraway)-
I miss
Your sense
Of gravity.
~
Unfinished-
To personify subtle
Peel off the paint,
Find work that doesn’t pay,
Give your cash to beakers,
Light a torch,
Steal pollen from a bee.
Whatever you do
Don’t tell the truth.
There are no reasons,
But here are mine anyway.
If it should be the guts
Of October stars,
The not yet healed…
~
Just Saying-
A plasma giant 93 million miles from here
In some billions of years will engulf us
On its way to later phases of its life.
~
Last Lines-
Tonight’s sky is as subtle as changing a tire.
We are born of storms, not calm. And are as handsome as a thrown stone.
Conspiracies lack negative capability.
How to explain there is no end. And there never was a beginning.
My favourite lines:
Above the seasick brick houses
The moon bends without making a sound.
and
If it should be the guts
Of October stars,
The not yet healed…
As always, such an intriguing collection of thoughts. Thank you.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. Those are the lines I like too. Though I still think I need to do some work on this. Glad you liked it!
LikeLiked by 1 person
This is superb. Brilliant stuff.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you! Glad you think liked it.
LikeLike
This is phenomenal. The “last lines” may be my favorite, but it’s difficult to choose. So well done!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
just found this one, Bob:— this is wonderful and multi tangential; there are some teasing images in the opening but over it all hangs the terrible entropy awaiting us all; there is heft here as well as brilliance !
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks John. I agree, it toggles between hope and despair. And I still think this poem needs some editing. I started to read up on what scientists think the end of the universe would be like, I’ve been terrified since.
LikeLiked by 1 person
the poem conveys that terror well —
LikeLiked by 1 person
time to get a scratching post, Bob ?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Haha!! Yes! And maybe a therapist too.
LikeLike
Lol.
LikeLike
I meant to comment on this earlier. It’s a lovely poem, I’m glad you wrote a longer poem. My favourite lines:
“A poem / like a road in a dream”
“Autumn / simple like a comb”
“Unfinished- / to personify subtle / peel off the paint”
“as handsome as a thrown stone.” 👌☀️
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Sunra!
LikeLiked by 1 person