Dusk
The world is dusk and soiled collar, it is in the turn of a leaf.
The world is anxious, and who knows if the stars believe in ghosts?
I walk along the railroad tracks, the scrub, the flowers, across the scribbled trestles over city roads.
Astronauts and apple blossoms share the same haircut. Yellow birds sing.
The Graffiti at the Rail Yard
Arcade orange and gusto blue,
Even if the letters are indecipherable
Like a haiku in a smoke-filled room,
A cereal box of summer sky.
DIY
A simple record. Just guitar.
While standing in a pile of leaves.
Existential Crisis at Six Years Old
Like a box
All alone
Of crayons.
Reflection
The moon, white and moonlike, unearths a quiet evening.
A New Shadow on the Chess Board
The stars parody distance,
Says the universe.
Ice cream,
Says the philosopher.
The cat on the windowsill is aware of it too,
Says the author.
Note #2
How the poet, on a walk, leans into the rain, like a unicyclist in zero gravity.
you are back to your best, Bob; there are gems here; inspirational just when I needed it; this is going STRAIGHT INTO my new commonplace book
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Thank you, John!! Very much appreciated. And I’m really glad you liked these. And you found them inspirational just when you needed it. That put a smile on my face. Thanks!!
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So good, so good! Love these and how you curated them. It is all beautiful. Love the Graffiti stanza especially and “gusto blue” and “like a haiku in a smoke-filled room.”!
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Thank you, Sunra! I’m really glad you like them.
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Both “Existential Crisis at Six Years Old” and “A New Shadow on the Chess Board” made me smile. The latter is, perhaps, my favorite here; although, it’s difficult to choose. All are brilliant! And I love the line “Astronauts and apple blossoms have the same haircut.”
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I adored that line too!
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Thanks! I joke around with friends that I had my first existential crisis at six years old. So I thought I’d put it in verse. So glad you like these.
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Haha I love it…and I definitely understand!
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By turns haunting and brilliant. At other times a combination of absurd and beautiful. Love these!
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Thank you, Holly!! So glad you like these. Really good to hear from you again.
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All great! But my favourite is Graffitti at the Railway Yard. Sensational!
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Thank you!
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There’s so much to love here Bob and in terms of mental therapy for me, I’m drawn to “the world is anxious,” a reminder that I’m not alone and “it is in the turn of a leaf,” that there is newness around every corner and ” Even if the letters are indecipherable,” which I take as both sad and lonely over not knowing and at the same time exhilarating because it is like an unknown X factor and filled with possibilities.
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Thanks, Steve. I’m glad this resonated with you. These first autumn days are kinda tough, having to say goodbye to summer. I see the Brewers clinched the division. You must be happy about that. I really like you interpretation of the graffiti letters. Thanks!!
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I agree Bob. Autumn is beautiful and all, but it’s also a reminder of what’s up ahead and for you and I, being stuck in Buffalo and Montreal, we know what that means.
Yes, I am happy about the Brewers returning to the playoffs and in that they are one of the few remaining franchises to never have won a world series, I’m hoping they got really hot when October arrives.
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Great
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Thank you so much. Glad you liked it!
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There’s no denying I’m a big fan of your poetry, and DIY did it for me. ❤️
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Thank you so much Ezekiel. That’s very kind of you to say.
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