I am supreme


What ever paths can I take tonight
to unfold hope and cheerful deceit?
Where will I never have to compete
with horrid dreams that dim the light
with robes, sour cream and a clean sheet?

I'm told that in the crushing of naked feet
I just have to hold a cool lever over a beam.
Bold, as a clever theme, however incomplete,
resides amongst the slopes where love is a stream.
I am but a winding street and I am supreme.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2007-04-07 at 16:07

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Your poetry reminds me a little of Wallace Stevens' work. It has to be read many times for meaning. It has a beautiful rhyme scheme.

Cheers,
William
2009-03-13


Rob Graber
i too am supreme
but as for sour cream
i find it better for eating
than for competing

Memorable imagery!

;-,?
2007-04-07


Bob
Thank you all! No cheese burger is included nor offered here, just the anguish of living.
Bengt
2007-04-07


kip
...a mysterious piece
a work of excellence exemplifying maturity in writing,

...great work!...
2007-04-07



that should be gorgeous! like me!lol Tai winking at you
2007-04-07



Well I found it hard work in understanding bob, but it has a goreous flow, just like the river...I hope your street is paved with gold. Love the title, Happy Easter, smiling at you, Tai, a bob too!
2007-04-07