My favorite
characters
have spilt
my guts
in public–
Now alone
with
my ‘self’
though
I
am
perhaps
a pretty
lie.
The globe
spins for
the sake
of
tradition
Gravity
binds
us to
memories
and visions
of sudden
lingering-
death.
Words and image (c) Rob Goldstein 1986, 2014, 2020
This is excellent, Rob. Very powerful.
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I’m pleased that you like it, Robbie. The nice thing about words is the ability to bring a deeper understanding of language and the self to a revision.
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Yes, that makes perfect sense.
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I just realized the WordPress editor lost some of the changes I made. I really hate the new block editor, at least for now.
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A powerful and visual piece, Rob. Words to dwell over.
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Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment, Mae. I appreciate it.
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Resonant! May I re-post it on a shared poetry site, full credit given? No pressure. ..
stay well. 🙂
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Absolutely! 🙂
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Thank you!
https://grumpysgiftspoetry.org/2020/09/18/poetry-after-the-reading/
Take care. 🙂
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Deep, raw, and melancholy…
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I didn’t know what I was writing about when I first composed it, Ivor. I am grateful that I lived long enough to figure it out. 🙂
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Thank you for the words and the image
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You’re welcome. That picture of me was taken when I was thirty.
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Disturbing yet compelling. Excellent art, too.
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Thanks!
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Raw and truthful. And upsetting. I like it:)
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Thank you…! 🙂
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Pretty deep commentary, Rob
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Thank you…:)
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