Short Poems #3

Bob, , , , 
Autumn Sublime 

Apples
Are nutritious and
Deciduous.


Today

I walk all day along the railroad lines.
Occasionally I stop to throw rocks at utility poles. Mostly
I miss. I will do this again tomorrow.  


Notes #4

In this ninja sky
An insomnia of love
Is absolutely possible.


The Whirlwind in Your Heart

Make use of what you peruse.
Aim was made to be wrestled.

If not
For the whirlwind in your heart
The sky would not be round.


The Poem

A single note
And prose-proof.


Serious and Not Serious 

Blockheads of poetry, 
Concrete hearts
Enamored of 
Birdbaths and barbwire.

Look!
An oboe jumping from a plane
Imitating an asteroid.


Unzip Space

Darkness doesn’t come from anywhere.
It never did and it never will.

26 thoughts on “Short Poems #3”

    1. Thanks John!! Most of these were just kind of hanging out there unfinished, and over the last few days it all came together. Really glad you liked this one. I thought you would like the oboe.

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    2. Delectable!! Insatiable! Humorous and humble. I am walking the dog and I read them out loud. Such a treat to hear the words sink in. I really loved them out loud. Perhaps you should try reading them out loud for the blog. When I get home I will read them again and comment when I can scroll and find my fave lines more easily.

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  2. In these dark days of autumn, your words bring some hope Bob –

    “I stop to throw rocks at utility poles. Mostly I miss. I will do this again tomorrow.”

    There is so much in these three lines, to stick to the routine no matter what, all the dedication and discipline in doing it every day. I’m reminded of what some random search for writer’s block brought up as a cure. There were like 10 suggestions, one of them was to read and read some more and so I have that “I will do this again tomorrow” as a similar suggestion. Read when I wake up and get the mind juices flowing.

    I’m with johnlmalone about that oboe jumping from a plane. That’s some kind of unbelievable imagery. Where in the hell do you come up with these? Amazing!

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    1. Thanks, Steve. I guess I spend a lot of time wandering around rail road tracks. Sometimes I like to throw rocks at utility poles, to practice me aim. Like you said, it seems ordinary, and it is, but I find it really down to earth. And that means something…and I am glad to do it again tomorrow. We would do that as kids too…throw rocks at poles. Haha…I have no explanations for the oboe, but I was glad it found its way into my head.

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      1. I guess I put my comment in the wrong section. I was trying to reply to your comment. Here it is again. Sorry to clog up the blog…

        I think it’s a great habit/tradition that you wander around rail road tracks. You might even be tempted to hop a gondola one of these days!…but either way the tracks and trains might be like public pay phones disappearing or maybe trains will never disappear?

        At the little league field we played at, there was a giant water tower. There seem to be lots of those in America. I love them. We did like you and your buddies and throw stones at the poles stretching down from the tower and made it a great echo sound. Simple thrills. If you don’t mind, I think I’ll follow your lead and do some stone throwing.

        As far as the oboe finding its way into your head, wonderful and thanks for sharing that wonder.

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  3. I think it’s a great habit/tradition that you wander around rail road tracks. You might even be tempted to hop a gondola one of these days!…but either way the tracks and trains might be like public pay phones disappearing or maybe trains will never disappear?

    At the little league field we played at, there was a giant water tower. There seem to be lots of those in America. I love them. We did like you and your buddies and throw stones at the poles stretching down from the tower and made it a great echo sound. Simple thrills. If you don’t mind, I think I’ll follow your lead and do some stone throwing.

    As far as the oboe finding its way into your head, wonderful and thanks for sharing that wonder.

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  6. “Darkness doesn’t come from anywhere.
    It never did and it never will.”

    Such a brilliant and philosophical finish Bob. I found myself taken aback by it and suddenly thinking for awhile, I feel it’ll be in my mind for some time. Its so brilliant how such deep musings find their way artistically into your poetry. The title too for it “unzip space” is just wonderful!

    I saw in an earlier comment you have posted here that most of this came from putting together lines that were hanging out there unfinished. I find that so interesting (I have so many too) and I was wondering how you did that, was there a certain flow you wanted or you just let them come together to form something of their own?

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    1. Thanks, Nolsen!! As far as putting these together, I did have some fragments from longer poems that didn’t work out. I spend a lot of time editing. Short poems do have to work on there own. So I did spend some time working them over. Some have been around for months. It’s funny you mentioned the darkness poem. That was the last one I finished. I had the first line for a long time, and the second came to me a couple of days before I posted. And it all worked out. I hope that helps.

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      1. Thank you for explaining and yes it does help! That’s so interesting and cool. I love that they find a life of their own when each line comes together from different places. You’ve helped give me an idea of what the process is like and its honestly made me look forward to writing more again and appreciating more of your poems. Thank you again Bob 🙂

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