How the sun balances
Yellow and gravity.
A few piano keys and clouds.
Coffee and continents.
How the falling rain rights the
Leaning chimney.
Spring of the rivulet faces.
All the volcanoes on Io.
The stars after all are just as
Unfixed as we are.
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I’ve read this poem more than most. I guess because I’m sitting across the border stunned and still. I appreciate your depth and timing Bob. Your handling of truths and poetic response to the unfixed nature of… everything. The dead and erupting volcanoes on Io.
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Thanks Chris. Now’s a good as time as any to practice stillness. I’m stunned as well. I’m glad you liked this one and appreciate its timing. PS…any real estate up north available??
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Lots of lovely real estate up here Bob, but something tells me the demand is about to increase.
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Haha. I think you are right. I better get started looking.
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love this ode to stillness , Bob; may the balance be maintained; I love leaning chimneys and esp … but I shall mention that in my next poem —
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Thanks John! I’m glad you appreciate this one. And very much looking forward to your next poem!
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I felt things coming apart as I read this, like spontaneous combustion. I think that’s what it’s called if we had no gravity holding us together? We just keep rolling on, somehow. What is “Io” in the line “All the volcanoes on Io?
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It’s funny about the sun, it’s a giant explosion, but has enough mass so gravity keeps it from exploding. And, yes, we keep rolling on. Io is a moon of Jupiter that has the most volcanic activity in the solar system (hopefully I remember that correctly).
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volcanoes on Jupiter moons, the sun exploding, busy universe.
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I like how the images in your poem have motion, but I feel encouraged by the poem’s title to pause that motion. For clouds and rain to stop for a minute. So I can contemplate them. The beauty of them. Their effects. A delightful meditation of a poem, Bob.
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Thanks, Dave. I think we can pause, even if there is movement, to contemplate. Glad you liked it.
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Beautiful imagery, Bob! I love “The stars after all are just as / Unfixed as we are.”
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Thanks!
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I love the striving for alignment in this poem. Beautiful images, all. And this couplet especially is just wonderful.
“A few piano keys and clouds.
Coffee and continents.”
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Thanks, Sunra. Definitely striving for some alignment now. I’m glad you liked that couplet, it was my favorite too.
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