Poems

Bob, ,

That trace the lung swelling light of summer stars,
That heave with the magnificence, even the banality, of a cosmic florist.
I lunge through the streetlights
Sleeves rolled up like capsized moons,
My faded tattoos say it all, a greasy tee shirt straddled to a solitary
Poetic enthusiasm,

The fevers and quests, the lost diagnosis, the tall grass, the goldenrod, the slumped impartial hot summer night, the horizon on the tip of the tongue, speaking for all that is lost and is to come,

The dusk spilled up and into the storm clouds rolling out, and now a clever part in the trees where the moon sorts its steps, and grumbles like a too-neat handwriting.

A swirling poem, up on one leg, each wing
Dipping into the dark, each swirl widening
Into the light.

20 thoughts on “Poems”

  2. welcome back Kotter 🙂 this is a poetic treat , Bob, some time coming; love the off-handed grandiloquence :)’sleeves rolled up like capsized moons’ and ‘grumbles like too neat handwriting’ are stunning !

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  4. Love this! Especially these lines:

    “the slumped impartial hot summer night, the horizon on the tip of the tongue, speaking for all that is lost and is to come,”

    “where the moon sorts its steps, and grumbles like a too-neat handwriting.” – it makes so much sense that too-neat handwriting is grumbling! I love that 😀

    And the phrase “cosmic florist” makes so much sense too. In that so many stars are dead and still beautiful just like all those cut flowers.

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    1. Thanks Sunra! I’m really glad you liked this one. And what you said about the cosmic florist is right, there is a beauty to the dead flowers too. Much appreciated, and thanks again!!

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  5. I got the feeling of swirls of summer winds when I was reading this ….swirls coming at us in wonderful rapid succession and somehow you manage to include the sky area – “summer stars” and earth area – “the tall grass.” I love how you do that. And I echo what johnlmalone said, “welcome back Kotter” which had me youtubing old Welcome Back scenes and you tube delivered me this gem. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tUYqwR1vc5Q

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    1. Thanks Steve! I’m glad you picked up the summer stars and tall grass. That’s something I really try to include. And that clip you sent, I haven’t laughed out loud like that in a while. I don’t know what’s funnier, a new drum beat to the star spangled banner we can dance to, or the I’m all about change / send me your change. Haha! So good.

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  7. This is brilliant, Bob, “That heave with the magnificence, even the banality, of a cosmic florist.” ….” the horizon on the tip of the tongue, speaking for all that is lost and is to come” – I LOVE this!!

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  9. I had to stop reading this at one point and go outside – the geese overhead were so loud sailing through the darker than dusk, settling onto the river just beyond the treelined! Everything about the momentary pause fit wonderfully into your Poem. Your closing lines are magnificent.

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    1. Chris!! Welcome back!! Thank you so much for the wonderful comment. The scene you describe above sounds enthralling. And certainly would have beckoned me outside as well and help my attention captive. I’m so glad it worked with this poem. Thank you again!! So glad you are back.

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