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 Aug 2015 Joe Adomavicia
bones
I've been
up and down lately,
well..
more than lately,
kinda jumpy too 
Y'know...
Figure if I jump high enough
with the earth spinning beneath me
the way it does
I'll see it all
for free...
Mostly I jump
waiting the next bus
on cemetery hill,
up and down and up again
watching burials
intermittently
over the wall,
my now you see me-
now you don't appearances
are part of the mourning process
in Selly Oak these days;
leaving folk in holes
with dirt on their faces,
their chests
and their feet
frightens me,
seems gravity's got
a hold on them
forever now,
so I'm glad for
the days when smoke
stacks exhale
and the wind
is filled with people,
I feel the bounce
in my sole remembered
and I know
sooner or later
I too will catch an updraft
and fly....
I've been
up and down lately..
well..    
more than lately
I've been kinda jumpy too
Y'know ?
sun sets
thoughts quiet
breaths slow
body rests
heart awakes
~~~

for Sjr1000
and his proffered invitation

~~~

delve and dive,
smack lip tasting each line we drop over the side,
as if it each worm is a new word
first time heard
or ever  écrit

explicate and parse
the shape, the portent,
looking for the double mystery,
the wisdom and the plaisir of two minds cojoining

our poems, indeed,
every one a  product of a stainless steal shiny can of worms,
so strikes me when,
that fishing trip day est arrivée

the worms will be of the glo variety,
whom when pole dipped,
will be like chocolate treats for catching poetry fish,
to rapture capture new reciprocity recipes

share and delight,
comparing size,
whose is most luminescent, tumescent,
whose poems will taste most délicieuse

men fishin n' writing male bonding, stainless steel strong, a men friendly completion competition,
you bring the worms in a cancan,
I'll bring the cannes à pêche^

they'll accuse of being heinous poets turned into
collaborateurs,
to which we'll laugh responding in unison,
for sure, bien sûr!
^fishing poles
~~~
SJR 1000
This really got me thinking, a couple of immediate responses. On the prospect of reviewing, the image that comes to mind is standing in the bathroom, when you can line up the mirrors, one in front and one behind, until our reflection finds infinity.

On our attempts, though written about fishing, by applies to our poetry as well: The joy of fishing is
the pursuit of the elusive but attainable, a series of occasions for hope.

Your volume, thick or thin awaits, stories told by a knowing soul.

Go for the gold, Nat. It'll make all the neuroses worth it.
Sjr1000
ReplySjr1000
John Buchan wrote the quote, the charm of fishing...an opportunity for a perpetual series of occasions for hope...
Nat Lipstadt
ReplyNat Lipstadt
When we going fish in' ?
Nat Lipstadt
Reply Nat Lipstadt
That is a famous image of the post war French existenialists; Camus Je pense
Nat Lipstadt
Reply Nat Lipstadt
Can't express enough how much your caring and delving deep means to me.
Sjr1000
Reply Sjr1000
We're just going to have to open one more can of worms.
the word well,
nearly empty,
new ones no longer collected in the cistern

sooner, nearer,
I will only be able
to utter gasps of  living color,
*that no pen could ever translate...
Like a shooting star
Beautiful, yet so very far
Made of my wishes, hopes and dreams
Everything inside my heart
For a fleeting second
Seems you're just close enough to touch
Then there you go again
And I'm left wishing and missing you so much
Waiting until you're back in my sights
Covered by the darkness of night
The only thing that could make me happier
Would be flying by your side
Shining brightly together
As the rest of the world admires our beauty
From a distance, forever
Long distance love can be hard, but I have faith we'll be together soon. ❤
the things that pass between us
by the merest touch, thought, glance and whisper,

are the precious threads
woven through the tapestry
that is our daily lives.

they glint and gleam
and catch our memories eye.

giving us pause
and creating the secretive smiles
that sustain us on the darkest days.
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