And though you can’t see it,
It permeates the end of the year, it feels
In bright collapse, in the turning over
Of an old you, I walk up to the river
As what’s left of the rain foreshortens a reddening
Sky, and with a black marker write verses on a railroad trestle,
Put words to score these gut feelings,
Scrounge up the ghosts of a childhood
Sky, a string theory around your finger for luck,
It’s no small matter, this troubling
Entropy.
well written, Bob: this matter of entropy, the second law of thermodynamics, is indeed troubling, the state to which all matter tends, and it does ‘permeate the end of the year’: you just feel it; I can picture you walking along the river, writing your verses on an old railroad trestle, putting words to ‘gut feelings’ —
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Thank you. The end of the year has that troubling feeling. But I think too that it can be transformative. I used too, when I was younger, write on rail road trestles. I should try that again.
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I like the idea of being transformative, Bob; I will go with that one —
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Wonderful! I had to read it twice to fully enjoy and absorb it. It’s beautifully put together. I love “a string theory around your finger”. It feels both intimate and universal.
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Thank you. I’m glad you liked that line. I thought it might be out of place. But I liked the humor of it.
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This is a mighty fine poem.
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Thank you, Ron!!
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Such a powerful and brilliant poem Bob!👏🏾👏🏾 Each line flows well into the next and makes one feel as if they are there walking with you. 👏🏾👏🏾
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Thank you. It’s been unusually warm so far this winter, but rainy, so me and my umbrella have taking advantage and gotten out for lots of walks.
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I don’t know entropy, but I like how you describe turning an old us while a year ends and a new one begins. And a time to gaze back farther than the past year, into the “ghosts of a childhood.” Also: your mention in the comments that you used to write on railroad trestles. I like that idea and I like the inclusion of that in the poem. It caused a memory flash for me: Years ago, being in the bathroom of a bookstore/cafe. The workers of the business had written Dr. Suess poems over the bathroom walls and stalls in an effort to dissuade people from writing graffiti. The effect of the Suess lines was quite neat.
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Thank you Dave. I would love to see the Dr. Suess poems on the bathroom walls and stalls. Sounds like a fantastic idea. I think at one time, reading it so much to my kids, I had all of Dr. Seuss’s ABC’s book committed to memory. I like the idea of ruminating at this time of the year, but I’m also excited about what’s next. Happy New Year!
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Fantastic Bob! I get the sense of squeezing out the last and best of the previous year and looking ahead with “a string theory around your finger for good luck,” but then again string theory (as I’ve heard on Big Bang Theory the TV show) and entropy are topics I am virgin to.
What a great sequence of lines – “Put words to score those gut feelings, Scrounge up the ghosts of a childhood….” I was reading the other day that one of the keys to memory is paying attention to what is happening in the moment which in my case explains why I can’t remember too much about my childhood because I was too distracted.
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Thanks Steve. I do my best to understand all this science stuff myself, reading popular books on the topics and watching youtube videos. I’m glad you liked those lines. I have a terrible memory too. I wish I could slow everything down and take it all in. But modern life just doesn’t give that. I sometimes feel I’m missing out on something.
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Great work, Bob! I especially love the line, “Sky, a string theory around your finger for luck”.
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Thanks so much! And Happy New Year!
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Happy New Year!
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Wooooooooow! Great poem. Love these: “As what’s left of the rain foreshortens a reddening
Sky, and with a black marker write verses on a railroad trestle”
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Thank you so much!! I’m really glad you liked it.
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Entropy is just a synonym for black despair.
We despair of our lives; therefore, we despair for the universe that surrounds us, nestles us like a malign womb.
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— catxman.wordpress.com
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Thank you for the comment. Entropy is a tough swallow. It’s sure not easy to comes to terms with.
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