Crooked
More or less
Is everything.
Look out the window.
How beautiful.
The first frost
In last year’s potholes.
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Crooked
More or less
Is everything.
Look out the window.
How beautiful.
The first frost
In last year’s potholes.
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Beautiful! It has an essence of Walt Whitman about it. Concise and focused, yet somehow embracing the huge.
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Thank you. Walt Whitman is my favorite poet…so that’s wonderful to hear.
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“Crooked
More or less
Is everything.” – and yet this speaks of a greater alignment overall. Enjoyed this. I wanted more lines but I enjoyed it 🙂
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Thank you Sunra. Greater alignment…I like that very much. I seem to be back to writing shorter poems. Maybe these coming winter months will get me to write longer poems.
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You write whatever you want, Bob! 🙂 Pay no heed to what I think.
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that stunning last image, Bob: worth waiting all week for —
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Thank you John!! Glad you liked it.
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it’s in my commonplace book, Bob; few poems from WordPress get in there 🙂
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Wow! Thank you so much!
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This is wonderful. I love the last stanza.
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Thank you!!
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All is crooked and yet, frost fits into potholes, very reassuring your poem Bob, very powerful, an effective remedy to my constant state of worry. Thank you.
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Thanks Steve. There’s beauty even in this crooked world. I find that reassuring too.
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