“Trigger Alert” is live at Stone Circle Review.. I am grateful to editor Lee Potts for taking this piece, which is one of a series of hendecasyllabic (eleven lines consisting of eleven syllables) poems written since early September.
O at the Edges
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O at the Edges 
Wow, what a poignant poem! Your closing thoughts in the poem are exactly what I’ve wondered at times. Congrats, Bob – I’m glad this one is out in the world💙
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Thanks, Lynne. Oh, the variety of thoughts and feelings! I’m pleased that a few of my recent poems have been accepted.
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Robert, it pains me to read your poem, having witnessed one to many losses in my life. Take care.
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Ah, VJ, thank you. I am taking care and enjoying the days!
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Congratulations, Bob.
This is so moving, and I’m sure it’s one that I’ll read again and again in the time to come.
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Thank you, Ken. Life has given me much to write about!
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Well done, Robert.
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Thanks, Andrew. Much appreciated.
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You’re welcome.
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Congratulations on the publication of this incredibly moving poem.
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Thank you, Liz.
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You’re welcome, Bob.
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Impossible to picture. Impossible. (K)
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On days like today, when I’m feeling good, it seems so far off, so implausible. I cherish each day!
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A should we all.
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So very well evoked
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Thank you very much, Derrick.
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Visualization is perhaps one way those of us embodied in human life-form compensate for inherent human limitations — what follows is a huge mystery – I confess part of me is eager to explore beyond-human-life … even if as some suggest I’ll just be tossed back into a subsequent human existence. (I will have to wait and see, huh?) So glad you’re writing/sharing your perspectives while you anticipate the “cannot picture” approaching. Bravo!
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Mostly I strive to live in the day, in the moments, but of course I can’t help but wonder.
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This new work is beautiful, Bob. I especially like that sky and “the ground it beguiles, ,somewhere out of sight.”
The tagline made me smile for its wryness. You living “for the time being ….” in Indiana. May that time be longer and richer than you dared hope.
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Thanks, Cate. I admit to having a bit of fun with the bio. 😃
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Me too!
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😃
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Yes, for the time, being. Considering the ineffable, that poem goes about it well.
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Bob, I’m deeply moved by the pain and sweetness in these lines, and I hope you know I hold you and Stephanie in my heart. My dad just entered hospice care too, and I find a strange comfort in your words. You are both living so expertly right now, and I’m privileged to be part of your world, even if I wish you were as close geographically as my folks are. But Candy sent me photos from your visit, and that was vicariously wonderful!
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The treatments have done wonders! I am feeling good. The results from my latest brain scan were excellent—the doctor says I hit a triple. Perhaps I can steal home. Or at least not get picked off. 😀
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😁 I will keep cheering you on over here!
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Body scans are coming up in a few weeks. Let’s hope the trend continues.
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