Sunday, January 15, 2006

Big Sky Country

Nestled in this creaky wicker
gazing at a distant flicker
wondering why people bicker
when there’s so much to explore:

iridescent galaxies call—
enigmatic moons enthrall—
mysteries both big and small—
who could call this life a bore?
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4 comments:

  1. Anonymous2:05 PM

    YES! Who in there right mind could get bored with us around anyway! Then again, who's in their right mind. Very upbeat with a little touch of bitter and sweet rolled into one. I like it.

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  2. rch2:24 PM

    Thank you very much!! Take care,

    Bob

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  3. Anonymous Poet10:04 AM

    Wonderful! The simple profundity of the stars.



    Here is my take:


    Signs of Wonder

    Beneath stardust sprinkles
    And all that does twinkle.

    Below the northern lights
    In pitch darkness of night.

    I look for signs of wonder,
    Some sort of cosmic thunder.

    Between comets and black holes,
    I still await, a signal for my soul.

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  4. rch5:36 AM

    Hey Anon,

    I love it, great poem! I'm always looking for that 'cosmic thunder'. Thanks a lot for stopping by and your generous comments, I really appreciate it. Take care,

    Bob

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