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Posting A Poem On DUP
Like a bicycle on a train
it’s moving - carried;
Like people in the pouring rain
they’re standing - worried.
And all we’re asked to do from time to time
is watch the rockets fly up high …
“Bon voyage, my friend” we say, “fare thee well …”
for we are here - both home and dry.
Published 19th Nov 2018
| Edited 8th Mar 2024
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20th Nov 2018 6:30pm
Thanks Crowfly - like all 'art', once it goes out there it takes on a life of its own ... such is the creative life-force within the objectified creative process, I guess.
20th Nov 2018 8:51pm
Love the metaphorical references, Josh. Art is never ours to own anymore than our children are.
20th Nov 2018 10:09pm
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22nd Nov 2018 3:20am
Hey Josh.......oustanding ink.......very thought provoking.......enjoyed this much......purple luv & hugs xo :)
22nd Nov 2018 4:42pm
Thank you flowergirl for reading and commenting; to me it's fun to put poems out there - and then wonder (if I were ever to meet them again years hence) what stories they might tell of whom they met on their travels.
