Sun shines through the snow squall
& the two panes of glass
in my back door.
I miss you. My knees are cold,
& make little popping noises
when I climb the stairs.
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Another one for the Read Write Poem challenge.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
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A white man’s blues, Dave. Listening to knees popping rather than the popping of the railroad tracks bringing in the 2.19 that’s going to take your baby away…
Could be. But way back in ’29, John Hurt sang, “The way I’m sleepin, my back and shoulders tired./ Gonna turn over, try it on this side.”
And come to think of it, sometimes a white man’s blues are as deep as any ever sung.
I love your short form work, Dave – haiku, the twitter stuff, these kinds of poems.
Small paintings with words.
Thanks. I am honored by your high opinion of them.
I won’t ask you to read my epic. :)
Bontasaurus! Cool.
Is this something we can get our hands on in print, to spare the screen-reading/print cartridge? If no, will read anyway, but let us know?
Nope, sorry. I thought of doing it with Lulu, but a) getting permissions to reproduce the myriad of epigraphs would be a nightmare, and b) I’m just not terribly excited about the book anymore. The whole process of researching, writing and blogging it was very educational for me, but, you know…