In Response to Nadia’s Misdirected Email, I State Exactly What I Am Looking For
Balance. The ability to stand on one foot, on a tightrope, and juggle AR-15s,
ethics and dollar bills, while chanting the U.S. Constitution, in tongues.
Or good health.
Unweighted dreams.
A mechanism for disagreeing without needing to annihilate the opposition.
Doorways without doors, truth without fear.
A simple tulip.
One word to describe that instant between thought and pulled trigger,
intent and wish, the elevated pulse and sense of diminished space and time.
Sanctuary. Regret. Apology. Respect.
A tonic to the bitterness, a foil to the sweet.
Fitted sheets that fold. Uncommon sense.
Love in the abstract. More bacon. Smiles.
A closet that embraces everything you place in it. Everything.
The means of unfiring guns, of reversing wounds to undamaged flesh,
and rounds to their magazines, full and never used.
Self-organizing drawers. Due process.
Mothers who know only tears of joy.
One peaceful day.
Just one.
This first appeared on the blog in July 2016. The poem was a response to an email asking a question intended for someone else: “What exactly are you looking for?”
Cool
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Thank you!
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❤
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Thank you, Carrie.
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Love this, Robert!
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Thanks, Merril. Just goes to show that you never know where a poem will come from. 🙂
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Indeed. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Cynthia Hilston – Author & Blogger.
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Thank you for reblogging.
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Profound and yet still containing gentle humour.
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I’m so pleased you found it so. Thank you.
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this one is excellent
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Thanks very much!
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Oh, my sweet Rama-kins! This is wonderful!
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I particularly like the fitted sheets that fold. Hee hee
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One small step for mankind!
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It’s actually a deep line. An example, for reference, of a concrete universal.
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Thanks, Bob!
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You want a lot, Poet Friend.
Oh, if only!! The list is all encompassing;
the feeling of reaching and infinite unrest is palpable.
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If only, indeed. But who knows?
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yep.
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Thank you, Nancie.
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Nice response. I’d like to see you perform the first
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Thanks, Derrick. I don’t believe I could practice enough to ever put that together!
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🙂
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Reblogged this on Song Bird Songs and commented:
I liked this.
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Thanks very much for reblogging.
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I remember those sheets…they are still elusive (along with everything else) (K)
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Yes, damn them!
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A perfect prompt, matched by your response.
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It really was a great prompt!
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