Just Like Those Stains in The Sky
I said look
at that stain in the sky ..
Pray what
does it remind you of ..
She said,
it looks like a bird dying
in some kind
of post orgasmic flight ..
You mean like
the stains on our sheets,
I asked ..
No, much more like some
fucking old,
Rorschach poemed parasite ..
And then,
we both laughed and tuned
our attentions
to those cracks in the ceiling,
yet again ..
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Neville (
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I knows Rorschach. He didn't live very long, sadly.
I dont think he quite made 40 candles
I made fork handles. I'm talking rubbish now. lol.
I have spent thousands of hours with Rorschach cards but not nearly as many as with clouds or grain in wood. Neville this poem is great in its view of how we impose on ambiguous items our own interpretations. I have found this most true of poems as well as intended meaning becomes distorted or reinterpreted in unintended ways in others minds. A great write Neville
Its good to know I'm not the only one .. bless you sorenbarrett .. and thank you ever so .. Neville
An amazing poem indeed! Excellent work Neville!
Thank you so very much Neilton .. Neville
I do not know, Neville. - repetitions in a complex wall paper design at a holiday boarding house always got me in - looked forward to it every year... may account somewhat for my almost fanatical adherence to rhymes
and what's not to like about that .. whatever floats ya bout is fine by me .. cheers Dave
Was she looking up at the cracks while you were looking at the bed Neville. LOL
Andy
.................. Maybe .. but I aint letting on one way or another .. Neville
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