“It’s funny how often we lie to ourselves.”
Reading this I felt the urgency of time, saw a glimmer of hope and felt the ache of nostalgia.
Thank you for reading, friend!
Wonderful poem!
I just love this: "Imagine if we all watched silence instead. / Imagine this poem as smoke in your hair." I, for some reason, am a sucker for poems that invoke poetry in some way. Does that mean I am not a VSP* (*Very Sophisticated Poet)?
Hahaha I’m very wary of poems about poems lol but Bob pulls these off really very fairly often!
Reading this I felt the urgency of time, saw a glimmer of hope and felt the ache of nostalgia.
Thank you for reading, friend!
Wonderful poem!
I just love this: "Imagine if we all watched silence instead. / Imagine this poem as smoke in your hair." I, for some reason, am a sucker for poems that invoke poetry in some way. Does that mean I am not a VSP* (*Very Sophisticated Poet)?
Hahaha I’m very wary of poems about poems lol but Bob pulls these off really very fairly often!