For sidewalk tramps baptized in the changing of the leaves,
Hurled to other dimensions by the rustle of the seasons, and
For what poetry could be, words adjacent to meaning squished together by music,
And the lemonade of time travel.
For sidewalk tramps baptized in the changing of the leaves,
Hurled to other dimensions by the rustle of the seasons, and
For what poetry could be, words adjacent to meaning squished together by music,
And the lemonade of time travel.
wonderful . BOb: all this is 4 lines: amazing — this goes straight into my commonplace book: a most uncommon poem 🙂
LikeLiked by 2 people
Awesome! Thank you, John. 😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
Love it. Great wordsmithing, Bob.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Michael. Much appreciated!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Man, can you ever capture a feeling Bob. This one is so darn tangible and without the burden of gravity and ho-hum routine. Has me wanting it to be October soon. That’s my favorite season I think….Fall. Other dimensions and space travel. Amen to that! I was gonna save my last drop of whisky until tomorrow, but screw it. I’m drinking it now. Cheers!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Steve! And cheers back at you. I’m glad you liked this one. I’ve been in a bit of a writer’s block. So I’m glad this one worked. I’m right there with you about Fall. Though lately, it’s been summer.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Now, we have to come up a haiku for writer’s block. Let me try one.
writer’s block – dammit!
robin wakes up from its nest
and finally flies
LikeLiked by 1 person
Haha! I think you definitely have a talent for haiku. It may take me some time to come back with one of my own.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I enjoy how your poems put together unpredictable words and cause (to me) surprising effects. “Lemonade of time travel” will roll around my skull for a while. A summery and refreshing drink compared to, say, peach schnapps. The idea of how time travel could refresh us. Reminds me of Ray Bradbury’s “Dandelion Wine,” which I loved. I’m picturing Ray sitting on a porch and toasting your poem with a tall glass of lemonade.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Dave! I’m with you on the lemonade over the peach schnapps. I’m a fan of Bradbury, but I haven’t read Dandelion Wine. I will have to find a copy of that. And thanks for the image of Ray sitting on the porch with the lemonade. To think he might like this poem is pretty awesome.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Awesome! I love all your poems, especially for their descriptive nature. This one is really special. That killer of the last line!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Ezekiel! That’s awesome you think so. Much appreciated.
LikeLike
Fantastic! The last line is perfection.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautiful, Bob. I especially love “the lemonade of time travel”
LikeLike
Thank you, Worms!!
LikeLiked by 1 person