Dithering moon
Chasing
Stones
Downhill
Along the road.
Such lonely
Hard to reach
Places, such
Rickety old poems
For
To get us home.
Dithering moon
Chasing
Stones
Downhill
Along the road.
Such lonely
Hard to reach
Places, such
Rickety old poems
For
To get us home.
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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