Distance is the moth wing
That smells like a lunar landing.
Our solar system began as a gaseous
Cloud.
The autumn leaves this year began
As blue typewriters.
A poem is hardly a poem, said
Vortex and valise. Said the sea,
What is the meaning of wind
In the trees?
Homesick for what is unfinished
Like leaving a dream to go to another dream.
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The whole poem is a dream of parts of our universe that typically don’t hang out in the same sentence….”the autumn leaves began as blue typewriters.” Fantastic imagery and the ending Bob, very inspiring…”homesick for what is unfinished a dream to another dream” really nails that longing for the inspiration and muse we’ve discussed…where does it go? and then kind of out of nowhere, it returns.
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The muse has been reluctant. And the spring weather can’t get hear fast enough. I’m glad you liked this one. It’s sunny today, but cold. Still going to get out there for a walk. Or maybe head to the river and look for driftwood.
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Sunny and cold here too, but we’re getting there!
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wonderfully surreal and sorta sad; I could do without the fourth stanza but the ending is amazing —
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Thanks John. Yea, I considered cutting that stanza. Someday when I get around to going back and editing my poems, it may end up being cut.
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This is great, especially the finish… Leaving a dream to go to another dream. That’s about how it feels most days.
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I agree. One dream to the next. Thanks!
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I am amazed every time how you pull these surreal – and yet somehow meaningful – phrases out of nowhere and turn them into a harmonious work of art!
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Thank you!!
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Dream-hopping. I like this lily pad idea. The spacings work so well in this one. Lovely.
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Thank you Katie! Glad you liked the dream-hopping.
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Totally enjoyed this. When is a poem not a poem, never says I, … life is marvellous poetry, …and the thought of dream hopping appeals, so much, … ✨✍️✨
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Thank you! I’m glad you liked this. Much appreciated.
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This is wonderful, Bob. Such clever imagery. I especially love the first two lines
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Thanks! The last two lines are my favorite too.
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This is so good! Like a long, surrealist dream. I could read this poem again and again.
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Thank you. I really appreciate that.
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Haha I just realized that I meant to put this comment on your most recent post, Anywhere. I think I accidentally put both comments on the same post.
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I figured that’s what happened. 😊Thanks again!
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Oh, this is wonderful!
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Thank you so much! Glad you liked it.
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I always love the imagery in your poetry.
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Thank you! That’s wonderful of you to say.
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