Notes #1

Bob, ,

Finally, the moon had to hear it. All this about metaphysical
Cereal bowls, and how the morning arrives on invisible wings.

The afternoon
Encourages intimation, like the rain after a dry month. And of
The stars, is how we got here. To have a go at it ourselves.

Neither the moon nor the sea deliberates, though both know
More than they are willing to say. Galaxies capped by super
Massive black holes. Spiderwebs in the corners of the front
Porch. The sound of wind chimes and the life span of the sun
Are on the same page.

Sitting on my porch. The traces of stars almost pretend to appear.
Tired legs, unsweetened tea, closed book, worn out chair, still cat.

The sky, a shell above the dark leaves and shingled rooftops, left there by a child.
Our cosmos forked, espoused of branch and bloom, bite and wing. Penniless as an imaginary metropolis.

20 thoughts on “Notes #1”

  1. Wonderfully thought-provoking. The constant back and forth between grand beyond our grasp; spider webs and sitting on the porch. I love “the sound of the wind chimes and the life span of the sun – on the same page. Love it! And the last line brilliantly brings it all home. Awesome Bob.

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    1. Thanks, Chris! I guess I’ve been trying to tie in the grand and the small. There is something terrifying about how big the universe is, and something beautiful about it.

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  3. Excellent Bob. Who needs a build up f suspense! The opening line is a wonderful firework, “metaphysical cereal bowls and how the morning arrives on invisible wings.” That is how mornings sometimes feel like here we go again, where did it come from, another day.

    As chrisbkm says, the back and forth is striking. I like how you go from sky and moon and sea to shingles on a rooftop, wind chimes and spiderwebs in the corner of porches. It makes the poem so vast and complete.

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    1. Thanks, Steve! I guess I’ve been musing on my place is the cosmos. Infinitesimal really, and I guess that’s unnerving, but I thinks it’s awesome too to belong to something so vast. And I”ll say it, spiderwebs are pretty awesome. Just as long as I’m not the Incredible Shrinking Man.

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  5. Phenomenal work, Bob. There’s something profound about the lines, “Neither the moon nor the sea deliberates, though both know / More than they are willing to say.” This poem is worth reading again and again.

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  6. Such a brilliant poem Bob!
    I really liked
    “The stars, is how we got here. To have a go at it ourselves.”

    and

    “Neither the moon nor the sea deliberates, though both know
    More than they are willing to say.” (these lines in particular so thoughtful, I feel I shall always remember them when I look at the moon or sea)

    Your poem really captures imagination and wonder. In your poetry you manage to find this balance between the intricate and the cosmic which I think is a really brilliant style you have honed. Your third stanza to me captures that, how one moment one can be noticing spider webs and the sound of wind chimes, then the next the lifespan of the sun.

    So glad to read you poems, they are truly a delight and offer a moment to just be. Wishing you well Bob! and have a great week ahead!

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    1. Thank you so much Nolsen! What wonderful things to say. I really appreciate it. I’ve been thinking a lot about, as you said, “this balance between the intricate and the cosmic,” and I hope will continue to do so. How can one come to the end thinking about that? So I’m glad you enjoy this. Thanks again, and have a wonderful week too!

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  8. Hi Bob! I meant to comment on this beautiful poem earlier. It’s like it’s tapped into the vein of an energy current and all the frame by frame scenes are showing themselves. Love the whole thing, how it zooms out then comes back in to the axis of your porch. I love that you added the sound of wind chimes because I could feel the wind blowing throughout the whole poem. Hope you are well! 🙂

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