The mind loiters, the labor
Of which, like the dew on the
Spider’s web. Clandestinely we egg
Ourselves on. Or in outright
Ambush of all reservations.
And now that the rain has passed,
Brought to benediction
By a chicory crowded moon
Harboring an albatross neck tattoo.
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An albatross neck tattoo. 🤔 That certainly could be worrisome.
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Haha. Yes, a little troublesome for sure. It’s been a long time since I’ve read The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, but it popped into my head.
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I like to shout, “albatross” for no apparent reason. Although… I do it less than I did in my teen years…
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I think I’ll join you in shouting albatross! I wonder what the neighbors will think?
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Albatross!
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yes!
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Another great poem. I really like the opening line.
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Thanks! I’m glad you liked it.
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Wow, what a stomp of verses….I was struck how it moves from “loiter” to “egg Ourselves on” to “benediction” and an “albatross neck tattoo” is, to me, like a permanent trumpet blow to the wind.
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Thanks Steve. I really like the idea of a permanent trumpet blow to the wind. I guess we do our best to egg ourselves on, through ups and downs.
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We got to “egg ourselves on.” Such a great way to put it. I’m doing it right now and feel determined to turn this day into a great day! Thanks man.
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And thank you. Hope all goes well!
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Going good with the typical fuels – cannabis and booze and music.
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love those last two lines: zany and stunning !
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Thanks John!!
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Tenderly observant poetry. I always get excited when I see you’ve posted – what gems await! And they never disappoint.
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Thank you, Ezekiel. That’s wonderful of you to say. I really appreciate that!
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I love those opening 3 lines… the labor of a loitering mind … like dew on a spider’s web what’s more!
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Thanks Worms!! I’m really glad you liked this one.
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My mind was loitering, trying hard to describe how much I enjoyed reading your poem, … it’s simply marvellous, …✨
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Thank you so much. That’s really kind of to say. I’m glad you think so. 😊
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“Chicory crowded moon” stands out to me. Lots of fantastic imagery here. Fantastic work, Bob!
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Thanks!
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