I know I am bad at commenting others, but I do read, sometimes, anyhow, I guess that is why so few read or comment my texts. Be that.... Here is a newly written piece about existence.


Human mass


Steep lights at the fall
of midnight mass
crowd into the head
of the last soldier standing,
break as always
into fractions of longing
with the one useful hour.

Streams of what ever
collides with seaweed and sand
at the slow fall of tide.
The dark falling of white wings,
on salty air, fraught with expression,
makes the worlds of make and do.

Who are you to look the other way
when inner milestones are expressed
and the inclusive intention is no less
than all it can contain?

I saw a dog today biting the leg
of all undetected days gone by,
a grey eye digging into the sand
of a sun born yesterday.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2009-05-23 at 02:51

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
You are a very good writer Bob and like you, I often read more than I comment on - not because always, I am pushed for time, that I don't comment - sometimes I am aware that or perhaps feel intimidated that my comments sound trite almost - I try and be genuine and honest - but I lay no claim to being super clever - I have long admired your poetry and I hope this doesn't offend - I don;t always comment because a) I feel my comment is inadequate and b) because you are a much better poet than I shall probably ever be.

Elle x
2009-05-23


BlueyedSoul
Hello Bob,

Your poem is quite vivid in imagery....I enjoyed reading.
These are my favorite lines:

Streams of what ever
collides with seaweed and sand
at the slow fall of tide.
The dark falling of white wings,
on salty air, fraught with expression,
makes the worlds of make and do.

Hugs,
~Blue x
2009-05-23