Unlearned clouds
For a bible
Untethered lines
For verse
A travail song
For the coarse lune
The blue-black
Stocked sky
Several birds in a yellow
Tree intent as the first stars
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The first and last stanzas are stand out for me!
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Thanks, Worms!!
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I’ve had a few of those, Bob, agnostic evenings and yes, you’ve captured the uneasy feeling well in that single word ‘untethered’ —
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Thanks, John. Yes, it’s those untethered evenings, can really leave feeling uneasy.
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The last line is magic. Brilliant work, Bob!
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Thank you!!
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I think I figured out how to log in on my friend’s computer. The title here I take with me as I read the poem, that agnostic part…..fills me with the wonder I often feel when I’m in an agnostic mood, those “unlearned clouds for a bible” as if even a bible has things to discover and that “stocked sky” for us to explore.
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Thanks Steve. I don’t know how much we really can know, and that’s a good thing mostly. It keeps that feeling of discovery alive, like the stocked sky.
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