I Have Answers
But the questions remain.
A little pepper, some salt,
butter. Our rosemary needs pruning
and the music’s too loud
to hear. The lizard basks in sunlight
eight minutes old, but I forget to ask
what else we need. Or want. Just this,
she says. Red, like your favorite sky,
the in-between, the misplaced one.
“I Have Answers” is included in From Every Moment a Second, which will be published by Finishing Line Press this fall. The publisher has informed me that the publication date has been pushed back five weeks, which suggests a mid-November release.
O at the Edges 
There are always questions.
And I suppose sometimes the answers change.
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The answers change, as do the questions. And more pop out. 😀
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That’s what makes life interesting. 🙂
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So true!
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I like everything about this post except the change of dates 😦
“The lizard basis in sunlight eight minutes old…” is going to stay in my head all day. It sounds like a line from a nursery rhyme.
O! If you ever do a Tupelo Press thing again I’m going to challenge you to write a nursery rhyme.
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I’m not thrilled with the change, either. A nursery rhyme? Eek!
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I imagine it would include something about Etruscans, Babylonian agriculture and the Moon.
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Well, ok, since you’re going to lob a softball my way. 😀
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The mountains are high,
The river is cold,
The grains are waving in the wind
Like questions of old.
Some answers bought,
Some answers sold,
Some are basking in the sun,
Eight minutes old…
🤓
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Hmm. I think I’ll outsource Tami’s nursery rhyme challenge…
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Curious poem to pair with a publisher’s delays … no doubt they have answers to the whys …
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They definitely have answers, none of which match my theories. Ha!
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Tell them it’s a fine wine, already, and doesn’t need any more aging.
Scratch that!
Fine single malt.
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Ha. They have little use for communication…
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It’s amazing 😊😊
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Thank you, Palash!
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How you write that
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One word at a time. 🙂
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Hope I could become 1% of you someday 😊
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You are too kind. It’s mostly a matter of sitting down and writing every day. And reading. Much reading.
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I have questions but no answers…(K)
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This describes me so well. Or my answers are more questions.
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My answers are always to different questions than the ones that were asked…at least that’s what I’ve been told.
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Or maybe the questions just hadn’t been asked yet?
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That’s a good way to look at it. I’ll have to remember it the next time someone tells me I haven’t answered their question…
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😇
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I think I’ve seen your lizard before, and eight minutes of sunshine is enough for me, to reach for a red..
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I’m not sure why, but I’ve always been fond of lizards. Small lizards. 🙂
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You’d love our little Blue-tongue lizards over here.
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The music too loud to hear resonates with me
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There’s a point at which volume no longer enhances music.
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Yep
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Robert, I love your poetry, your consummate skill to leave nothing unsaid, in so few words. Which is why your ‘like’ of my poem, To That Girl, left me speechless.
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Thank you for your kind words! I was that mute, blundering, tongueless kid at one time. Now I’m older. 🙂
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So was I, Robert and so am I (61) but memories never get old, do they?
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No, they don’t. And it’s good to remember who we were.
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, cornucopia of images, deluge of thoughts, economy of words
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