Stray seeds

Never caring for more
than what one day can say,
never selling what can't be said
– too short in days of dire deeds –
I flee what I see and go
where elucidation circumscribe
the meaning of implication.

I hear you as the fading,
it grows more common:
the leeway gains more speed.
I hear you and lean
against the night
and its baffling companion.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2008-03-08 at 00:21

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Rob Graber
Ah, "too short in days of dire deeds" indeed... Great wordsmithing in a richly suggestive write!
2008-03-08


penfold18
I agree with Mike this has real depth and a kind of haunting quality about it,excellent writing Bob.
2008-03-08


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
Bob, a very deep poem that i pick at, yet i am drawn to seek the meaning of this wonderful passage

I hear you as the fading
grows more common
and the leeway gains more speed,
I hear you and beam
to night and its inexplicable companion.

you are a very very tallented poet and all you work has a power others lack

I hear you in the very silence you create
And in that silence i am given more space
I listen to your silence and smile
For at night where silence dwells
I become your friend.

Thats what i get Bob from your last stanza

it is a hauntingly awesome passage

well done rgds Mike
2008-03-08