No, I know how you think and you’re right, something should be coming. That was just a moment “in between” I think, on my sofa. I resisted making the sun a messy egg yolk, I think that’s been done before. But we’ve done everything there is to do to the sun, haven’t we? (“There’s a little black spot on the sun today,” that’s one of my favorites, from the Police.)
Yes, that’s the one: “that’s my soul up there” those lyrics are remarkable, through and through, and perfect for Autumn. (There’s a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall,) I guess you’d call it imagist. We have to put words to things
That’s what humans do, isn’t it, represent what they see and feel and experience in some tangible form. It’s what separates us from the twitching, dreaming dogs 🙂
Sun blotted to a smudge,
Bill Pearse 
beautiful, bill)
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Thanks Beth!
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Almost a haiku feel to this one.
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Yup, trying some little formats here Dave glad you liked it, thanks! Bill
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The silence of autumn. Makes me feel something is coming, the quiet before … But that’s probably just me 🙂 Lovely imagery Bill
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No, I know how you think and you’re right, something should be coming. That was just a moment “in between” I think, on my sofa. I resisted making the sun a messy egg yolk, I think that’s been done before. But we’ve done everything there is to do to the sun, haven’t we? (“There’s a little black spot on the sun today,” that’s one of my favorites, from the Police.)
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Yes, everything has been done. All we can do is put our own tweak on things, add our own spice. Yes, a great Police line – is it = from King of Pain?
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Yes, that’s the one: “that’s my soul up there” those lyrics are remarkable, through and through, and perfect for Autumn. (There’s a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall,) I guess you’d call it imagist. We have to put words to things
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That’s what humans do, isn’t it, represent what they see and feel and experience in some tangible form. It’s what separates us from the twitching, dreaming dogs 🙂
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I’ll add a line, “I hear my neighbor’s leaf blower.” Yours are better.
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Funny, I did a leaf-blower poem yesterday! Why not?!
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