The rain sounds out the road, into the windy streets,
The cosmos of walking.
That’s why there are stars,
Over and over, love is something else.
The last we will hear of each other are the decibels
Of the sun.
Till then,
Life is the square of moon over tree,
A squint, a DIY cassette,
A messy aim, a stupefied grin, and perfection.
*An older poem I felt needed some tweaking and another look.
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I like the ending, all the things that life can be esp ‘a squint, a messy aim’ and, my favorite, ‘a stupefied grin’ 🙂
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Thanks John! I like how the ending turned out as well.
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I’m inspired by this to, no matter what, go for it, in whatever I have to do, that “squint, a DIY cassette” and screw it, so what if it’s messy, it’s perfectly messy. I’m glad you brought this poem back to life.
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Thanks Steve. Perfectly messy…that’s it. I’m loving the book so far, and will let you know when I finish it.
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Thanks Bob. Enjoy the weekend. Go Bills!!
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I love the the rhythm and flow of images in this poem. I was smiling by the time I reached “A messy aim, a stupefied grin, and perfection.” Brilliant ending.
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Thank you! There’s something about a messy perfection.
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Absolutely!
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Love the expansive feeling in this poem, and how the whole scene culminates in that last line! So fitting and complete 🙂
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Thanks Sunra! There’s something to that messy perfection.
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I’d like to be able to write the word “definitely” when I hit the “Follow” button. Love your poems!
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Thank you so much! Just had a chance to check out your page. Loved everything I saw. Glad you liked my poems.
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Thanks Bob!
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