Dynamic Simplicity

I carry a paper bag of flowers. The petals are blue, yellow, and orange.
Early flowers, the bag is a sandwich bag, it’s dawn.
I put the flowers in a basket and bike home. The sky is blue, orange, and yellow.
The flowers are for the dining room table, to be with books, and pencils,
And to have breakfast with,
Encourage me to open the windows, they are the better part of me, for a few days.
In which time, I’ll write what seem to be stream of consciousness poems, better yet,
I’ll put on my canvas shoes and walk till my stomach growls.

31 thoughts on “Dynamic Simplicity

  1. Unknown's avatar Anonymous says:

    I’ve never put the growling of my stomach in a poem. In my journal I’ll mention it, & if I have diarrhea or something embarrassing like that, I’ll mention that in my diary too, but I’ve never put that in a poem. I probably should, at least once, for variety & as an experiment.

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    1. Haha. Yes, growling stomachs should be in poems, and diarrhea maybe should be for journals only, but then again, why not make it to a poem. This was an old poem I thought I’d retool and give another go at.

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    1. Thanks, Sunra. It’s an old poem I edited a little and gave another go to. I miss spring. I think there will be lots of poems about snow before I write about spring flowers again.

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      1. Snow poems are good too ☺️ it’s funny cos I love all the colours of spring but it’s not my favourite season. I like the melancholy of summer’s end just before it turns, I don’t know why.

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  2. As Dave Williams said, “a break from your surrealist poems,” and a compelling premonition, almost like you’re anticipating the future, a knowing of the moon’s phases, or astrology or most likely, knowing yourself from experience or maybe I’m looking too far into this, but anyway looking forward to what’s next and also I like the practical part of this poem, the borrowing of flowers and bringing them home, to sit beside books and pencils…..all of it nature.

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    1. Thanks Steve. This is an old poem I thought I’d give another chance too. Definitely more straight forward then usual. Spring feels like another world about now. Lots of winter poems before spring again.

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      1. Aha! An old poem. I guess I was looking too far into the premonitions. It’s probably fun to stretch our writing minds into new directions. I wrote a few non-fiction baseball pieces and they were satisfying, but I prefer fiction or a retelling of experiences. I’m still waiting for your story on being in a band and visiting County Stadium in Milwaukee.

        My cure for winter is to drink, smoke a bowl, crank up the heat, turn on all the lights and blast music in my headphones and forget where I am or I just curl up in three blankets and go to bed and then all of a sudden it’s spring training again. Have a great week Bob!

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      2. Haha. That just put a big smile on my face. Our winter routines definitely have some overlap. I’m really nervous for this winter. So far we’ve had an unusually warm fall. And Lake Erie is at a record temp. That means if there we could get a lot of lake effect snow. We’ll see. If so, it’s three blankets, a bowl, and lots of music. I’ve got a rough draft of that story about County Stadium. Just need to sit down and finish it.

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      3. Been up and down temps here too. I think it was 67 last Friday and 32 or so today. I remember one Christmas a few years ago, it was like 60. People were in shorts. It was great. Messed up everyone’s expectations. Looking forward to the County Stadium story. Great thing about writing in wordpress is that there are no deadlines, just alive lines!

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  3. This is great Bob. Some comments note a departure from the surreal, I’m not so sure, when I see the paper bag of flowers (love the line), you on your bike sandwiched between the mixed but matching colours of the dawn sky and petals. What an image that is! The last line is a beauty too.
    The paper bag, canvas shoes, and growling stomach work wonderfully to bring the reader (or me at least) right inside the poem.

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    1. Thanks, Chris. I’m glad this one connected. And that the surreal still came through. Spring seems so far away, almost another world. Those walks that end up being longer than expected, and coming home famished. There’s something about that feeling, a tired exhausted feeling, but elated too.

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      1. You are right. The gloom is setting in. I almost look forward to the first snow. But really, I’ll most likely be inside much of winter. At least I’ll get a lot of reading done.

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