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.
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Autumn-
Simple like a comb
Or some bricks in the bathtub.
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Of Spring (now faraway)-
I miss
Your sense
Of gravity.
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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…
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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!
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This is superb. Brilliant stuff.
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Thank you! Glad you think liked it.
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This is phenomenal. The “last lines” may be my favorite, but it’s difficult to choose. So well done!
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Thank you so much!!
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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 !
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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.
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the poem conveys that terror well —
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time to get a scratching post, Bob ?
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Haha!! Yes! And maybe a therapist too.
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Lol.
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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.” 👌☀️
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Thank you Sunra!
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