There is a fire always in the heart,
As bold as apple blossoms
Free of all poetry.
Like a gold toothed traipse artist
With tattoos of all the gas giants
And a haircut that reminds one of a snowdrift.
I followed the cosmonaut to the dead end
Where the milkweed and tickseed and goldenrod
Grow and chase dragonflies.
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a wild, unloosened ride , Bob culminating in the flourish of chasing dragonflies !
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Thanks, John! This is one I wrote quickly, so it does have the unloosened ride feel to to. Glad you liked it.
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sometimes the quick poems are the best from being unfiltered —
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I’m looking forward to picking apples both here in Quebec and in mid September when I visit my parents in Milwaukee. If I’m lucky, my mind will be free of thoughts because I’ll be so into the smell of whatever apple orchards smell like. I forget from last year, but I do remember that I liked the smell.
I thought you meant trapeze artist, one of those daredevils, but love traipse even more, like a stumbling drunk walking home when some spontaneous verse hits him like your poem here, “I followed the cosmonaut to the dead end.” I love that line…..like all we do is useless, leads nowhere, but we should do it anyway…devoted Zen Monks meditating who after a few months of meditating say screw it and get drunk one night.
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I came across traipsing in Don Quixote. Sancho would often complain when he was hungry (which was often) that he was sick of traipsing all over the countryside with no food. I agree about the apple orchards. That such a wonderful smell. Especially if there is a nip in the air. I’m glad you liked this one. Thanks!
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There ain’t much better than the Don/Sancho duo……Don always dreaming and Sancho always hungry and over the course of so many pages, them kind of trading places.
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Their friendship is the best. And I agree, they did kind of trade places at the end. It shows they really did listen to each other.
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What surreal imagery! This poem transports me someplace magical.
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I’m glad you liked it. Thanks!
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Another wild and wooly ride of a poem 🙂 From earthbound plants to spacebound adventurers. The tattooed traipse artist made me think of Ray Bradbury’s Illustrated Man. How we dream of flying and stories. 🌞
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Thanks Dave. I’m glad you enjoyed the ride. And I very much enjoyed Ray Bradbury’s Illustrated Man.
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I love “as bold as Apple blossoms” and the last stanza is magnificent.
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I’m glad you liked it. Thanks!!!
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Hey, thought you might like this—I’m hosting a low-key poetry contest, and it’s a bit of a mystery. I think your style would be perfect for it. Want to join in and see where your words can take you?
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Sounds interesting. Do you have more info on this? Thanks.
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Absolutely we have a webpage for it. https://worldpoetrycollective.com/wpc-poetry-contest-entry/
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