Naive Journals

A cluster of brain cells like analog stars.

Poetically unstable, but what can you do?


POETRY

Language formally
Known as language.

STOP HERE

The apple blossoms.
Just spelling it is pleasurable.

Clouds are dust and hydrogen and oxygen.


Where poems hang their garments and solemn as frogs

Reckon the ripples between the stars.

ALL DAY POETRY BLOW OUT SALE!!!


As a child, I sometimes burned vision-like.

Airplanes are mundane.


MOTION

In the passing trees the bicycle hesitates.

LOGIC

I can remember the look of the river with my shoes in it.


A little of this poem
Reminds me of a Tuesday
Afternoon.

12 thoughts on “Naive Journals

  1. I’ve never tangoed, but i’ve seen it on tv dance shows and there seem to be sudden shifts in direction with explosive ends to the moves and then onto something new and it all bleeds together seamlessly. This amazing poem does that Bob. So many favorite lines to choose from here and rather than copying and pasting one, I’m just gonna reread the entire poem and enjoy. I had a great day at work and things just got even better. Have a great night Bob!

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  2. Hi Bob! How lovely to drop by your blog and be greeted with this! The splaying out of thoughts in all directions. It feels like a gust of summer wind letting everything loose. These lines in particular are magical:

    “solemn as frogs”

    “…I sometimes burned vision-like.”

    “ALL DAY POETRY BLOW OUT SALE!!!”

    Love the mood and energy of it. Kind of rebellious and playful and deep. Love the title too 🙂

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