Several times disassemble and put together again
Just to see how this goes.
New moon, dusk, railway lines, the wind
In all manner of mood.
In the fields on the other side of the city fence,
The elm leaves.
Several times disassemble and put together again
Just to see how this goes.
New moon, dusk, railway lines, the wind
In all manner of mood.
In the fields on the other side of the city fence,
The elm leaves.
a slim slice of surrealism, Bob; enjoyed 🙂
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Thanks John!!!
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I love this, Bob. That last line gives it the feeling of an extended haiku. And the sense of recycling that I feel too in nature. Over and over. It’s beautiful. I”m intrigued by the title though and feel like maybe I am missing something.
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Thanks Worms. I’m glad you liked the last line. I was unsure about it. The title is meant for the first lines. I’m not sure if it works or not. I may have to change some things.
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Those first few lines remind me of an old friend and the way he loved to take apart radios and then try to put them back together again and after he did, he knew something new! I like the way the poem rolls into a new moon, dusk, etc. “in all manner of mood.” I love that…new moons are great. I often check my mood and when it’s a good one, I look up the moon cycles, thinking it must be a new moon and sometimes it is and sometimes not.
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Thanks Steve. I tried to have the first lines, as you say with your friend with the radio, taking it apart and putting it together, but that we be with our biographies. Haha. Maybe I’m having a midlife crisis (again).
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I like the title – Biography, like a biography of the universe with its wind and moon and elm trees and moods and what not because sometimes the universe seems to be in a bad mood. That’s when I like to sleep, no matter what the time of day or night.
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Thanks Steve. I really like your interpretation. The universe has a biography. I’m with you, it’s tough when the universe is in a bad mood. or when your sports teams lose. It’s best to stay in bed with a book. Or look up the videos of the thrash bands you loved as a kid.
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For me, your poem carries the kind of spirit of an abstract painting — in that it can cause various interpretations from readers. I thought of the movie “Inception,” with how the story constructed environments. And with your poem’s title, I thought of how we can reconstruct our interior stories to fit certain narratives. Say, to make ourselves feel better about something we did that was embarrassing. Maybe that’s just where my head’s at right now 🙂
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Haha. I’ve certainly done enough embarrassing things I’d like to change the narrative on. But I think you’re right about changing the narrative, that we do need to change that narrative at points in our lives. Maybe? I really like your interpretation. Thanks!
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Wonderful. This poem is an ingenious method of storytelling.
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Thank you!!
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