A summer wind
Short-cuts
Through the rip
In the screen door
Has eyebrows
Like sacred groves.
*
A chance of rain puddle
For dinner.
Our guests are nonlinear
Outcomes.
Moustache handlebars
Of cumulus nativity.
*
A sense of collaborating
With the sea spray
Parries everything but
The rocks below.
*
In the midst of a field
A meandering salute.
All alone yet guided
By an inward proclivity.
a surrealist bonanza: I see you’ve had fun this one, Bob
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Thanks John. I did have fun, and as usual the images had a mind of their own. But it was lots of fun putting it all together.
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Our guests are nonlinear / outcomes…. why is this so totally relatable 🙂 🙂
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Haha. Rajani, you mush have some interesting dinner guests!
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Don’t ask!! 🙂 🙂
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Sometime, somewhere I remember. a bumper sticker or maybe I overheard it at a bar, something to the effect of “what we do might seem meaningless, but do it anyway.” That last line “inward proclivity” reminds me of that…of the value in repetition and ritual and what not, maybe a “collaborating with the sea spray?” every day which works in the winter too with our Great Lakes. Have a great Sunday Bob! Go Bills. Big games against the Lions.
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Thanks Steve. I like that, what we may do may be meaningless, but we do it anyway. There’s something in that for sure. And that’s what I had in mind with the inward proclivity, something inside us directing us. Yes, big game for the Bills. Should be a good one. Go Bills!
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I run into problems when that something inside me instructs me to do stupid things like email a girl 10 times before she emails me back resulting in her thinking I’m either a creep or stalking her or both. Ughhh. But I do learn my lesson and leave her alone after the 10th.
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The Bills!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Super surreality! I really enjoyed this. I thought of how Ray Bradbury talked of drinking dandelion wine in winter to remind himself of summer, and of my grandfather yelling at us kids to not let the screen door slam. I raise a toast of dandelion wine to you and the guests of nonlinear outcomes (I love that stanza) before we sip on rain puddle soup. Bob, thanks for stirring summer into a pot of poetry and serving it to us 🌞
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Thanks so much Dave! I really need to read Dandelion Wine. Now that winter is here, I’m really missing summer. Thanks again for the wonderful comment.
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Such a fun read! It made a dreamy nostalgic picture in my head.
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Thanks, Aqba!
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There are so many great lines here: “eyebrows / Like sacred groves” and “Our guests are nonlinear / outcomes”. Wonderfully inventive. So good!
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Thank you!!!
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