there are trams
moving away from me
i see them
in the near distance
too far to chase
too near to expect
another one's coming
through this orbit
it seems things
move towards me
and move away
while i am always
stationary and passive
feeling the ebb
of experience and
the flow of the future
i am a filter
of unimaginable
complexity
between my bones
are memories of rain
the feeling of another
person's hair
impressions lodged
as if by chance
too large to pass
through my frame
unremembered
the pavement
moves beneath me
i cannot call it
walking
more like
watching the tide
the city pushes up
against my feet
brushes past my skin
and pours towards me
sweeping along
like music getting closer
then receding
leaving a wistful
resonance
space moves
while i remain inert
a fixed lump
approachable
but easily forgotten
lying at the center
of the universe
listening to planets
Bob, I miss you so much. I'll write you soon, I promise.
Posted by: Joanna at June 11, 2007 05:54 PMI'm not one of those folks that think that all poetry could be set to music and would be as lovely than the original written/spoken word. But this one is an exception I think, soemthing about the words you've chosen are beautifully musical and it makes me want to hear it in song. It moves- if that makes any sense. Beautiful images and profound thoughts.
Posted by: melinda at June 14, 2007 01:54 PMseconding that one from melinda. and you know, i love it when you write. and want to read it over and over and over and....
Posted by: sarah j. at June 15, 2007 06:25 AMbob, this is actually moo...or moomez as youve called me in the past. i just dont want to change the already stored info of mom and dad. anyway. this poem is superb. better than the cheesecake i made today. and your writing gets better and better as you do it. so...keep....fishing...er...*awkward turtle*
keep your head up?
i dont know what im trying to say. being on a pc feels new...i must amend my negative feelings by hanging out with lynn my mac.
was just going through old posts and... YOU MADE CHEESECAKE?! DEAR ME. I'M MOVING TO WHERE YOU ARE RIGHT AWAY.
...WHERE ARE YOU, AGAIN?
I NEED SOME AIR.
...OR SOME CHEESECAKE. AAAAAAAARRRRHHHHGGGG!
Posted by: bob at August 6, 2007 05:13 PM