In the month of May, I stood in the yard, the dark roofs and power lines and one of my cats looking over at me and the gray clouds illuminated by the moon. Maybe I’ll study the numerology of paradoxes. The slanted roofs of this enchanted city. My own heartbeat. In the month of May, because it is a warm night, the universe grows horns like a ballad. A bouquet of fairy tales procured by the wind.
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Interesting!
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Thanks!!
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Love this, Bob!
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Thank you!
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Ooh. The numerology of paradoxes sounds intriguing.
Great piece, Bob.
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Thanks. I’m not sure how it would work, but I’m willing to give it a try.
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We could start with Zeno’s, except I suspect there is some calculus in it and I always sucked at calculus.
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Haha. Me too. Calculus was the end of math for me. Though I do appreciate those folks who can do complicated math. Seems really cool.
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I wish, but either I had bad instruction or my mind couldn’t wrap itself around it.
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“The universe grows horns like a ballad,” devil’s horns, right? them damn lassies who won’t give us the time of day, but love and crushes aside, I loved the scene you create here – the roofs and clouds and your heartbeat ready for the next wind beat.
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Thanks Steve. Sitting in the yard at night, taking it all in, sometimes it does one good.
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“numerology of paradoxes”, “grows horns like a ballad”. You and your imagery never fail to imprint.
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Thank you. That’s very much appreciated.
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I like ‘the universe grows horns like a ballad’: my god, what one could do with that !!
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Thanks John! And the universe could play the flute too. Like a satyr.
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wow ! you’re onto something, Bob 🙂
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Beautifully written! For me the month of May is hot Summer !😄
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Thank you Priti! The May here has been unusually cold. Looking forward to some warmer weather.
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Horns like a ballad… what an image that is…it sings!
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In my area, May has certainly been a little wild–at least with regard to weather” hot, cold, storms, calm. Your poem says this wonderfully. I loved the line about “the numerology of paradoxes.”
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Thanks Diana. Where I live it’s still been cold. A couple of days ago we had a frost warning. Spring is really taking its time this year.
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I hope your area warms up soon. But maybe not too soon. In my area, a hot, humid summer follows spring.
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Enchantment and fairy tales… those and the horns caused me to think of stories I’ve read about hunting stags in the spring (or is it autumn?) … maybe it was “The Mists of Avalon” about King Arthur. Funny where your mind can go, and thank you for inspiring the drift down memory stream.
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The horns had me thinking of stags too. Something out of Narnia.
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“The universe grows horns like a ballad.” Beautiful work, Bob!
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Thank you!!
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