The area of a cold autumn
Wind in addition to
A crescent-colored inkling
Equals some kind of infinity.
It’s squares and circles minus
Any parachutes,
And flighty parallelograms,
The wealth of a clown, the diameter
Of a déjà vu,
A rain puddle of kisses
On the pavement’s cheeks and ears,
And between the stars
The gossamer of the cosmos.
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Beautiful.
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Thank you!
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Lovely
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Thank you!
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I agree with the comments below–lovely, beautiful.
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I’m glad you liked it, Diana!
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love it how you weave geometry into your poetry, B0b: refreshing and unique 🙂
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Thanks John!
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the girl cashier today at the local sendiks in milwaukee was named Autumn. It said so on her uniform so I asked and it was true. – Autumn. I bought a few beers and it’s so true about Autumn wind being infinity, by far the best season to meditate, in the woods or trails or beside water towers.
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Agree. The weather change makes it feel like everything is meditative.
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So much easier to breath and blankets become relevant again.
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Hey Bob! This one has me pausing in thought. Such interest in every line! I just want to check though… is it supposed to be “pavement’s checks and ears” or “pavement’s cheeks and ears”?
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Thank you! And yes, thanks for catching that typo. It should be cheeks. 😊
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I love the mathematical/geometric references in this poem. They add a level of abstraction that makes the entire poem feel more cosmic. I also love “A rain puddle of kisses / On the pavement’s cheeks and ears”. Beautiful work!
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Thanks! I wish I know more geometry. Might be something I look into.
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