Dithering moon
Chasing
Stones
Downhill
Along the road.
Such lonely
Hard to reach
Places, such
Rickety old poems
For
To get us home.
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I really liked that “chasing stones downhill,” an image that has me thinking all is almost impossible to catch, but only almost because there is still a small possibility to catch it and maybe keeps us going like being shocked in a great way by “old poems for to get us home” and then like that Myth of Sisyphus, we can chase it all over again and again and again.
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Thanks Steve. I agree. Some kind of tragic/comic Sisyphus chasing like dithering moon, never to catch, but always looking somehow to get home.
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I guess the chase is the fun part, provides some meaning like combing through record stacks for a specific album and after finding it, being in need of the next chase.
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Maybe after doing enough chasing, you grow. I’m not sure?
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I’ve been out of the romantic chase for over a decade, but I hear from the elders that it never gets easy….there is always a shock to the system when it comes to those first few days or weeks when “the fever” kicks in.
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saw ‘dithering moon’ and I was hooked! love ‘rickety old poems’ too; I have a few of them 🙂
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Haha. Me too. Those rickety old poems. There are sometimes really a lifeline.
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I like that, Bob; yes I draw on some of mine from time to time when the Muse won’t come to the party —
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Rickerty old poems always takes me home.. ❤
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Thank you!!
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Fantastic work!
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Thank you!
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