Fragments

Bob, ,

Will this life be too smooth

Or the rough of happiness
Caught in the throat

Till we too are on our feet
Whispering to stars

~

A few lines
Enjambed on a railroad trestle,
Idle words, spray-painted, like falling leaves
Forgotten by guitar.

~

Dusk hinged to departure.

Everything ducks for cover, including the moon.
Please consult the paperwork, I have been busy
Doodling stanzas, and chasing verses.

16 thoughts on “Fragments”

  2. One of the many things i love about your poetry is the unpredictability, from line to line, every word a total surprise and then when i read the words over a second and third time they make the most beautiful kind of impossible sense like “Idle words, spray-painted, like falling leaves Forgotten by guitar.” As always, great job Bob.

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  7. “Dusk hinged to departure” – I love this line. It makes me think of a creaky old gate, a need to make haste, a rising wind, and a feeling of solitude.

    For some reason, my account accidentally unfollowed you, God knows why! I have rectified this now 🙂

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