Things I’d like to put into a poem: a walking stick, the mass of the moon,
Angular velocity, a robin’s footprints in the late winter mud,
An old-time intermission in a movie,
Leave room in the margins for
Spring, transistors for make believe beasts, and how your oatmeal
Cookies are the best,
I prefer your untied shoes
To the Big and Little Dipper, but not as much as the summer branches
Naming their own constellations,
How our research on summer sidewalks
Produced intriguing results, as does our paperwork on contemporary
Thrift store sonnets,
The moon would like you to know
It is neither new nor full and this phenomenon is only due to your perspective,
After all, even a ball of rock follows the tides with some
Enthusiasm.
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This is marvellous, Bob. So many wonderful things to think about. I dno’t know if you had a particular person in mind that you were writing “to” but if you did, it sounds like a wonderful friendship. I’m not sure how I know that because the poem isn’t about that. And yet… somehow it is.
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Thanks! I didn’t have anyone specific in mind. But it does sound like a wonderful friendship. I agree, friendship is what the poem is about without saying it. Glad you liked it.
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wonderful: I’d like a poem that contains movie intermissions, oatmeal cookies and untied shoes: three of my favourite things : plus ‘a ball of rock that follows the sun with some enthusiasm 🙂
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Haha. Thanks John. I’m going to agree with you, you can’t beat oatmeal cookies, untied shoes, and a movie intermission. Gad you liked this one. Thanks!
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three of my favourite things; sometimes the intermission was the highlight of the whole show 🙂
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Haha! I agree, some magic in those intermissions.
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This feels intimate, in the way that close friends have in-jokes that other people don’t “get.” Like one friend would simply say “robin’s footprints,” and the other friend knows exactly the context. That being said, us readers can appreciate the close friendship in your poem, those shared stories, the good times had while eating oatmeal cookies, the warmth and wonder of connecting so well with another person.
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Thanks Dave. I like the in-joke between close friends. You’re exactly right, close friends do have that rapport. And when one does come across friends like that, one always appreciates that, though we may not know exactly the in-jokes.
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What a great title and idea and then all the stuffings inside make this the best damn Christmas sock! I love poems about things, worldly items and how we can cherish them. It’s so affirmative towards life and all the things in it – “Thrift store sonnets” and “oatmeal cookies.”
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Thanks Steve. And I love the idea about the Christmas Sock. Thrift store sonnets, oatmeal cookies, and hot black coffee…sounds perfect.
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Really enjoyed this! Very creative, thank you.
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Thank you Michele!! Glad you liked it.
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Really beautiful. Whimsical and wonderful imagery.
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Thanks Adam!!
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