A fox, galloping down a suburban sidewalk
Recurring thoughts about a faded celebrity, followed by that celebrity's death
A wadded-up paper, shot at the office wastebasket, that hangs on the rim -- forever
A vanity plate that answers a question that's been rattling around in your mind
Running into a person you've been avoiding
A staring contest with a chipmunk that lives under your stoop
A normally independent pet that suddenly follows you everywhere
A cogent statement, made by someone with whom you profoundly disagree, that -- like it or not -- makes profound sense.
--Mr. Gobley
4 comments:
Two good ones today!
Do you write poetry as you go along the way... or store it all up for a rainy day?
I write poetry, too; but, I tried once to relay it and it lost the form I gave it, so it looked like any other day for words.
Thank you for your poetry, mr.gobley.
whoops, I wrote the above!
Karen:
i live and work in the world, but my mind hurtles through a milky way of free verse, haiku, rhyming couplet, so that my blog is like a reverse IV drip, or maybe inverse blood donation, so that what is in my flows back out through invisible veins...
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