I plan on purchasing a crater from the moon when it becomes
Available for sale. I am a motivated buyer.
And I am as broke as an open field on the eve of
Dusk. My socks are garnishes from a leftover dream.
And I know the sea only by its many names.
I court a hectic thing I don’t have the words for.
A simple pretense as it always has been
Defying sameness and concord, edifying
Zigzag and along the lines of a hunch, this forest
In a dream is your soul’s cathedral,
The banister from heart to head.
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I’ll donate if I can come visit you for holiday on the moon.
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Awesome. See you on the moon. If you’re a hockey fan, going back to the North Stars, you could play the Zambonies song Hockey on the Moon.
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Not a hockey fan, but the North Stars… wow. That takes me back. I’ll look up the song.
See you there!
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the greatest revolution in my opinion is onward.
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Well said, Steve. And this poem, which I think needs some editing, is just about that.
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I court a hectic thing I don’t have the words for. – that resonated! Even as I value the quiet more and more, there is a certain nameless “hectic” I want…whatever that is!!!
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Haha. I guess it’s all about balance. Can’t have too much calm. We need a little hectic once in a while.
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a lot of unravelling to do here, Bob,, but I love the opening and am intrigued by the ‘soul’s cathedral’ : a whole ;poem can be made from that alone —
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You know, you can always tell when a poem lands and when it doesn’t. I like a lot in this one, but I think I was hasty to publish it. I’ll come back to this one, and take up your advice about the cathedral. I think I’ll start there when edit it. Thanks!
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look forward to its second coming, Bob 🙂
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This is wonderful and second Michael’s suggestion.
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Thanks Michele. I think I put this one out before really going over it. I think this one needs some editing. And when I do, I’ll focus on the cathedral. I agree with you and John. 😊
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You’re welcome. Revisiting work is rewarding. I am glad you shared when you did! 😊
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The line about “in a dream is your soul’s cathedral …” resonated with me. Wonderful poem even without editing.
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Thanks Diana!
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As with other commenters, I was taken — swooned is a better word — by the “soul’s cathedral” line. But I also enjoyed the other lines. Keeping your socked feet on the field while gazing at the moon. If you blast off to the moon, try not to land your rocket in the eye, like on “The Trip to the Moon” ( https://prod-images.tcm.com/Master-Profile-Images/atriptothemoon1902.401809.jpg )
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Thanks Dave. When I come back to this one, I’ll focus on this image. And thanks for the Trip to the Moon image. That put a smile on my face. I’ve always wanted to watch that old film.
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“My socks are garnishes from a leftover dream.” So good. Also, if you get that crater, I might be interested in subletting a space.
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Haha. I’ll definitely let you know when space becomes available.
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What is poverty when you can feel the beauty of nature? Great piece.
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Much appreciated. Thank you!!
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