Holds Mercury in its cheeks.
And the red leaves of autumn.
All the roads it has traveled
It has marked with the same
Dust and stone.
Holds Jupiter in the somersaults of daisies.
And almost disinterestedly the exuberant the light on its endless shores
When full.
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Thank you!
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great imagery, Bob: particularly like ‘the red leaves of autumn’ and ‘the somersault of daisies’:)
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Thanks, John!!
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Bob, I read your work and often think about what an extraordinary cosmic symphony they would make. They all seem like fragments of a grand (magnificent) whole. This certainly isn’t to say the poems don’t stand alone brilliantly, it’s just there’s also a really wonderful continuity. I also love the depth and distance, it’s like you look in a puddle in a pothole and see the heavens reflected. So cool.
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Thanks, Chris. I do think about putting these all together in a collection one day. I’m glad that continuity resonates. And there plenty of potholes and rain in Buffalo, so plenty to inspire. Much appreciated!
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To think about the roads travelled by the moon and the marks it leaves is wonderful and just the whole darn poem, such an original profile of the moon.
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Thanks Steve. I’ll have plenty of time to look up at the moon, now that it looks like it will be another terrible season for the Sabres.
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You have my sympathy Bob. It’s a testament to a true fan who sticks by his team during the losing seasons no matter how many there are. One of my dreams is to stop thinking, at least a small portion of the day or week and just enjoy the moon and wind and what not. Thanks for the inspiration to do so.
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Gorgeous imagery here, Bob. I love the marriage of cosmic and earthly elements.
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Thank you!
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