A crescent coat.
An endless road
That grips you
Like a wrestling hold.
Arms tattooed
With famous operas.
And only these daring doodles
To save our noodles.
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Love this, Bob. Intriguing as ever. What an arresting image, that of damnation as an endless road. I have two questions:
Which operas? Which doodles? Of course, I don’t expect an answer 🙂
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Thanks Sunra! I have nothing specific with the opera. But the doodles would be the poems we write. And I don’t know if this has gone out of usage, but growing up we often referred to our brains as noodles.
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That’s hilarious 😂 I’ve never heard of brains referred to in that way. Though visually they actually kind of do.
I later thought the tattoos might be the doodles you speak of. And also operas are often about some big tragic love story which is a kind of damnation in itself.
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Yes, I did think of operas that way too in the poem. Glad you thought so too.
As kids we were told to “use our noodles,” as a way of encouraging us to think.
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I might use that line some time 😊
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I was thinking the daring doodles were the tattoos because we are daring to hang on to those for life!
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Yes, what gives us meaning: whether its tattoos, poems, drawings, music. And like you said, we are daring to hang on to those for life! Thanks for the wonderful comment.
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I love the title and the image of a “crescent coat”. The last stanza made me smile. Fantastic work!
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Thank you!!! I’m glad the last stanza made you smile.
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Fun poem. I was not told to use my “noodle” but instead to use my “noggin” Weird dialectical difference!
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I have also heard “noggin” used before 😊
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I’ve heard noggin too. Maybe noodle isn’t as common as I thought.
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hey Bob. i love the idea of an endless road. sure beats the one and done of our lives though i guess that depends on the severity of the wrestling hold? i’m reminded of whatever wrestler used the figure-four leg lock. that might be enough ouch to be ok with one life!
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Thanks Steve. The figure four is a classic. I know Ric Flair used it to perfection.
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Awesome! Love this one.
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Thanks Worms!
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Bob, this is such a good and clever poem. I love the endless road that grips like a wrestling hold. I definitely like this doodle.
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Thanks Ron! I’m glad you liked it.
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good to see another post from you, Bob; ‘an endless road that grips you like a wrestling hold’: pure genius! could describe our tortuous way out of St. Francis Winery 🙂 you’re in top form, Bob 🙂
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Thanks John!!
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