The tremors of silence like fingerprints
Drawn down the spine in goosebump riddles
Allocating leaves and stars and abstract poetry
Rattling the afternoons and calling out the night
Dusk is the space between my two front teeth
Death is a shadow of a shadow that has a life of its own
Molecular patterns, genomes, fractals, gravity
Tee shirts, concrete poetry, coffee stain, good shoes for walking
The tremors of silence like fingerprints
Drawing up the spine into an arabesque boom
Like fairy tales burnished with thorny truths
Unsquared by nebulous pivoting and terrifying beauty
Overwhelmed and brilliant in brevity
Yet on and on and on to visit the vast swelling of sensations
The dwindling down to the fine points of light and dark
Mixed up and half erased yet beaming with more awe
And guts and ambulatory genius and wrought
Along the rivers, through the alleys
Across the fields, let these strides wreath
The lonely, the lost, the joyful, the realized, the naïve
The untucked dusk
After a day of rain
naïve haircuts 
Engaging stream of consciousness.
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Thanks Michele! I’m glad you think so.
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Amazing! This has me wanting to read more poetry, as does all your work.. Just amazing. And the way you slipped in the first line again later in the poem – “The tremors of silence like fingerprints” has me thinking a jazz fusion situation with totally different instruments (the lines that follow) speaking to a chorus that is not so obvious to hear, but it’s there. There are so many breathtaking lines here, one that I’ve been mulling over is “And guts and ambulatory genius and wrought.”
Your poems Bob are to be read over and over and if this were read at a poetry reading, I’d be buying beers for strangers.
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Haha! Thanks Steve! I’m glad you hear you’d be buying beers. If I ever read at poetry reading, I’m sure I’d need a few beers to help with the nerves. I’m really glad you liked this one. I wasn’t sure if it got away from me, so you’re comment makes me feel a lot better. I’m also gad you liked the ambulatory genius line, I was happy that came to me. If I could somehow make a living wandering around all day….
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Beer and cocktails, must go really well with poetry readings. I’ve been to a couple, but don’t remember much probably because i was drinking beer and cocktails.
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Ha! Good one!
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I probably won’t be at a poetry reading tonight, but I’ll be sipping cocktails and smoking weed and listening to Roxy Music. I’m rediscovering them right now on my lunch break. Got their first studio album playing from 1972. Such a wild and beautiful sound.
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Roxy Music are fantastic. Enjoy! I think I’ll be partaking of the weed too.
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I forgot to mention…yes, that ambulatory genius line is one to savor as our so many lines in this one. I don’t think it got away from you, not at all. In fact, you bring it all together by repeating the line about “the tremors of silence like fingerprints.”
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Thanks!
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You betchya, as our friends in North Dakota might say. Praise of your poetry is well deserved Bob. I find myself reading more poetry than ever since I found your blog.
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This whole poem is outstanding. From “goosebump riddles” to “rattling the afternoons” to “arabesque boom” and lines like “Death is a shadow of a shadow that has a life of its own.” Not to mention “And guts and ambulatory genius and wrought.” Sublime.
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Thanks so much Sunra!
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