If Ahead I See
Gray skies filtered through light,
eyes adapting space,
the possibilities of the
horizon or a foot
lashing out in reflex,
what do I learn?
The house finch sings as if
all air will expire at song’s end.
Falling, I release this misplaced trust.
The path, muddied and crowded with fools.
“If Ahead I see” is included in my chapbook, From Every Moment a Second, available for order now via Amazon.com and Finishing Line Press.
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Excellent piece. I love its… “horizon or just a foot lashing out in reflex”…holy hell.
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Ah, thank you, Anthony! Much appreciated.
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Splendid book, Robert!
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I’m so glad it’s finally out! Thank you.
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The shadows that walk beside us.
So happy the book arrived. (K)
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Those shadows are everywhere, Kerfe. I’m so relieved that the books finally shipped. Yay!
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Excellent, heartfelt poem. Strong imagery.
Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks very much, Bill!
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Really well written and a good photo too!
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Thank you, Srithi. The photo is from morguefile.com.
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And did you learn your lesson, or maybe you’re like Ivor, a very, very slow learner, and I suppose the muddied path still hasn’t moved, and the house finch will still sing loudly….
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I am, alas, a slow learner…
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Yep~
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Thanks, Tammy.
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This imagery, wow.
Thought provoking, I love it.
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Thank you, Vanessa.
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Very nice. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you, S.B.
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