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Thursday, November 15, 2018

NO FORGETTING





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Down at the bus station
drunks and drifters 
prepare to sail away 
to somewhere
anywhere 
away from here
as if you could 
somehow get away 
from you

You're not of that ilk

but with a little letting go
you could be

The woman 

in the adjacent seat
is talking to someone
that isn't you 
and you surmise
it must be God

Out your window

snowflakes plummet
onto an empty plain
and there is your God

Darkness descends

with only the open road 
and the cold stars
beaming out yesterday

This is where you belong

and there is no forgetting

20 comments:

  1. You say a lot in very few words.

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  2. "Darkness descends...." - this stanza really adds to your piece.

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    1. Much appreciated. It's always nice to know which lines resonate with a reader.

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  3. Nice lines: "as if you could
    somehow get away
    from you"

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    1. Thanks, Frank. Many are trying to run away from themselves, and often they are not even moving.

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  4. Love the feeling and fearlessness of this piece. Reaching for somewhere else, anywhere, great write Timeteo... :-) I have done it three times in my life. In 1967 age 20, when I left college to start a rock band. Finally gave the music up in 1982 when I circumvented the entire USA on motorcycle. The third time was 1990 when we left Ohio for a job with George Lucas in San Rafael, CA. Never left tge West Coast, in Seattle now!
    ...rob from Image & Verse
    Lost in Azure

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    1. Enjoyed hearing about your adventures, Rob. I've taken buses and trains and driven all across the country and back...guess I had a thing for the open road, or maybe it was just the necessity of it to be where I wanted to be. That's where the inspiration for this poem comes from.

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  5. If the shoe fits, put it on,cinderella … Love, cat.

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    1. Uh...this must be your shoe because of the high heels!

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    2. https://www.youtube.com/embed/ekknwl5Luz4?rel=0&controls=0&showinfo=0

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  6. I have sometimes felt than when you travel together like this it's like being in a separate world... you start to see things you wouldn't normally do... for me it's been more train than bus.

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    1. I think there is truth in that observation. I've done about equal buses and trains. I like the train, because at least you can get a meal.

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  7. “With a little letting go” portentous and mysterious, seems to have the feeling that some change is looming, inevitable even, “not of that ilk...”. Yeah right 😏
    Such good work 👏🏼

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    1. It's sort of being right on the edge...you've got the heart of the tramp, but you're not as dissipated as some of these folk--lol Thanks so much for your comment.

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  8. the open road and cold stars beaming out yesterday

    I like this poem. And for some reason I've now got Me and Bobbie MaGee stuck in my head.

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    1. It fits. It fits! And now it's stuck in mine, thank you very much.

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  9. You have captured that feeling of on the road to nowhere so well.Reminds me of Bukowski and Kerouac a bit.I think this is one of your best.

    Darkness descends
    with only the open road
    and cold stars beaming out yesterday

    I remember feeling exactly like this when I was travelling by train a lot at one stage of my life.I think there was pressure on us to" be interesting " by challenging ourselves with as
    many adventures as we could muster so that we could never be labelled as middle class and boring. Hard work indeed:) If anything apart from great material for an autobiography, it has made me appreciate the exquisite luxury of what I would have once perceived as a boring life.Long may it continue and thank you for the inspiration for my next poem.

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    1. Thank you so much, Ms. de Nova. Life experience does certainly make us interesting--it's where our poems come from in a direct or indirect way. You have "been around the block" a time or three, and I've no doubt that's why I like your work! And I am happy to be the inspiration for any of your poems (smiles)

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