The rattled poets swing
From jumbled words coarse with uneasy beauty.
Scanning vast unleashed dogged utterances.
Breathe is huge. Everything is true.
A strange exclamation. A brief current of eternity.
That is somehow forever
Like a soul.
That there is no soul
But there is forever.
That is enough of that. And poems for lunch.
This should be absurd and it’s not.
Calamity is a simple game. Mastered
By no one.
And if this ditty sings, biographies of musical chairs.
naïve haircuts 
Wonderful opening and ending!
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Thank you! I liked how the ending turned out too.
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good to see you back in the ring, Bob; ‘a brief current of eternity’ is all us poor poets can wish for ; you just got to catch it 🙂
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Haha! I think that about sums it up…just go to catch it.
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I enjoyed the back and forth of this poem, like an inner dialogue, the disagreement -“That is somehow forever Like a soul. That there is no soul But there is forever.” I was watching Star Trek: Picard yesterday. My girlfriend asked where does space begin and end? I had no answer, but contemplating it made me feel a little freer.
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Thanks Steve. I haven’t started Picard yet. Though I love Strange New Worlds. Will have to start Picard soon. Just thinking about things like where space begins or ends is fascinating. I agree, it does make you feel freer.
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This was such fun to read! I love these lines:
“jumbled words coarse with uneasy beauty.”
“A brief current of eternity.”
“That there is no soul
But there is forever.
That is enough of that. And poems for lunch.” – the abrupt change in tone made me chuckle! 😀
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Thanks so much Sunra! Haha, glad the tone changes made you chuckle.
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Fantastic work, Bob. The last line is perfect!
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Thank you!!
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