Most of the universe is invisible
And sufficiently implausible.
Which makes it all the more real.
A handprint in a cave,
A neutron star,
A scar from a fistfight
When you were a kid.
Even now, in November,
Half of the leaves are gone
And it is raining.
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I love that, Bob: the implausibility of the real — and those examples; one of yr best 🙂
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Thanks John! Glad you think so, was a little unsure of this one.
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you needn’t have been, Bob; it rocks !!
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Thanks!!
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I’m reminded while reading the first two lines of this poem of that story of some imaginary being sleeping and dreaming up our world and when the being wakes up, our world disappears. And as always, the way your writing leaps, evil knievel leaps, daring and unpredictable and wonderful to us readers.
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I remember reading something like that…like you said, an imaginary being whose dream is our reality. Always made sense to me in a strange way. Thanks Steve!!
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I love all the images here! Especially these:
“A handprint in a cave,
A neutron star,
A scar from a fistfight”
🙂
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Thanks Sunra. Glad you liked it. Wasn’t sure if this one would work.
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It totally works.
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An interesting reflective quality. 🍂
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Thanks Michele. I was hoping to head in that reflective direction, so I’m glad you thought so.
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😊
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Thank you!!!!
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I love the first three lines, although the entire poem is brilliant. Well done, as always, Bob!
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Thank you!
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Brilliant. Absolutely.
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Thank you so much!! Glad you thinks so.
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