Can one breathe in the difference between stillness
And silence,
Or smell the curve of the stars or the anatomy
Of a light rain,
The absurd lack of cardinality in the void, how does
That feel?
Something simmers when seeing a major cloud in the
Outline of a minor chord,
Remember to turn off your light before bed
With a wish,
And give to the atmosphere all it would give in
Return.
fascinating, Bob and elegantly written; it stands at the crossroads between profundity and inanity where the best of Lewis Carrol resides 🙂
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Thanks John. If I can hit the spot where Lewis Carrol resides, I’d be really excited. Much appreciated.
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Lovely…
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Thank you!
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A first read of this and it’s interesting how you ask three questions all related to sensations – breathe? smell? feel? and then you provide some practical answers one that might seem easy to do like just to “turn off the light….with a wish,” but that requires a rising above the day’s challenges and problems and believing in tomorrow, at least to me it does. That last line is loaded with gratitude and appreciation – “to give to the atmosphere.” As usual, great work Bob.
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Thanks Steve. I tried to bring more senses in. I had a line about eating a watermelon on LSD. But it didn’t really fit. I agree, sounds easy to end the day with a wish. But it does take effort and getting past that noisey angst there is so much of.
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Eating watermelon on LSD. That sounds interesting. The color, the texture, the seeds, all the water. It might take up two hours of the trip!
“Getting past that noisy angst.” That’s a great goal and I’m gonna do my best to do that every night before bed, probably better for dreams and waking up with an eagerness to start over again.
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It’s been a long time since I’ve done acid. And I don’t think I’ve every had a watermelon on acid. But you’re right, I could see it taking two hours to eat in that state of mind.
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I’m reminded of a tune I used to listen to I think by Herbie Hancock – “Watermelon Man.” This is an interpretation of the original, a perfect tune for 90 degree temperatures with watermelon waiting at the end of the road.
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That’s a great version. I listened to the original too afterwards. Such a catchy, but out there song. Makes you wonder if lsd was involved? Thanks for sharing that version. I never heard it before.
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Beautiful.
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Thank you so much!!
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Fantastic work, Bob! There’s something magical in the phrase, “smell the curve of the stars”. Your poetry always transports me to another reality.
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Thank you. I’m glad it has that other reality feel.
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Every stanza springs with thoughtful imagery. Your poem made me think of the smell of rain. I especially like the pairing of cloud and chord. I missed that on my first reading — I thought the words were the same. But on my second reading, I realized the words were different, and that was a neat discovery. Well crafted! 🙂
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Thanks Dave. I love the smell of rain. I’m glad you liked the pairing of cloud and chord. Much appreciated!
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I agree with Dave’s comment. Every stanza makes one want to pause and sit with the thoughts your poem has elicited. My favourites are the first 3 stanzas but it’s all great. A real manifesto of thoughtfulness.
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Thank you. That’s wonderful of you to say. Much appreciated.
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