The green stalks, the tails of comets,
This is what grows.

The banter of universes, the eons in the spring flowers,
This is what fails.

16 thoughts on “Rhetoric

  1. great job Bob! Excellent poem. spring is a funny time. in my girlfriend’s backyard there is a tree that grows these amazing white pedal flowers that come out in the beginning of spring, but they don’t last more than a week or two and then the the pedals float down and around, it’s like snow in spring. The growing and failing in your poem had me thinking about that tree, all the promise and disappointment, the reality of our bi-polar universe

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      1. Bob, I wonder if that’s why so many revolutions happen in spring? I don’t know much about them, but there was Prague Spring and Arab Spring and maybe some others? The Ides of March. One thing’s for sure, as you pointed out, spring always returns though this year, in Montreal, it seems like we jumped from winter right into summer, maybe some sort of climate change impact?


      2. Could be. In Buffalo, it often seems the same. One day its 40 degrees, the next it’s 80 degrees. And the same in fall, 80 then 40. I wonder if it is climate change?

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      3. These days truly do feel like the end though they probably did 100 years ago, 1,000 years ago too with volcanos erupting, meteor showers, wars, and what not.


      4. i always used to joke around and say, if the world ends I would sit on a porch, sip some vodka lemonade and watch the world run around in panic like chickens with their heads cut off. Unfortunately, as I get older, I sometimes feel like one of those panicky chickens which makes it time for a drink.

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