I didn’t know all along how it would end.
As such. The trees in late February are skinnier than wind chimes.
The graffiti on the building on a diet of streetlight. Disheveled like a poorly thrown frisbee.
As such. The poem is rigged. Like a large body of water at night with a single light shone on it.
Looking for what it lost.
I learned
At a young age how to stand in the rain and snow properly.
And because this poem
Needed you. The ephemeral enterprise of being.
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This is gorgeous. I think the third stanza is my favorite; although, “Disheveled like a poorly thrown frisbee” is awesome. As always, so well done!
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Thank you!! I’m glad you liked it.
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This is exquisite and yet mournful. It is just beautiful. I love the second stanza especially bit it is all wonderful.
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Thank you Worms! Glad you liked it.
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Thanx so. such pleasure generated here. my favorite is:
” As such. The poem is rigged. Like a large body of water at night with a single light shone on it.
Looking for what it lost.”
skinnier than wind chimes. g
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Thank you!!
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loved this one, Bob; it’s more even and just as invigorating imagistically speaking [ is that even a word?] as the others; linking graffiti with poorly thrown frisbee — wow!!
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Thanks John! Like we’ve talked about before, sometimes you just get lucky and an image just kind of shows up. Glad you liked it!
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Beautiful and thought-provoking. Your poems are like a mirage.
“The poem is rigged.” And yet, what little control one has over what the poem becomes in everyone’s eyes.
This one has a sense of unease for me, or a moment suspended. I enjoyed reading this (but wanted to read more) 😊
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Thanks Sunra! I’m glad you liked it, and it wanted to be longer. That’s very nice you to say. I’m always a little anxious when I post something, so maybe this touches open that.
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the beginning and end of this poem are like book ends to me….”not knowing “how it would end” and “ephemeral enterprise….a wonderful reminder of what i think is an Irish bumper sticker or maybe i overheard it in an old man’s bar – “one foot on a banana peel, the other one in the grave.”
i find it easier to stand in the snow than rain, almost pleasant, less wet unless it’s that angling snow, hits us like little shards of glass.
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I’m not familiar with the expression, “one foot on a banana peel, the other one in the grave.” But now that I have heard it, I think it’s perfect. If I had to choose between snow or rain, I’d agree, it’s more pleasant to stand in the snow. Which we get a lot of where I live. And I am definitely familiar with sideways snow. Not fun at all. Thank you!
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You are such a beautiful writer. I love “The graffiti on the building on a diet of streetlight”, and the rest of it.
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Thank you Tara! That is very nice of you to say.
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