Just lovely! Kinda sideways, but it reminded me of my old Buick that I inherited when my grandfather passed away. No gloves, but little remnants of his pipe tobacco everywhere. Completely different sentiment, I know, but the poem still too me there while it was also bringing me along with the poet. I love it when reading poetry is like that!
I stumbled on the same line. For me, it's because it wasn't the same voice as what I'd perceived up to that point.
Gorgeous poem, though.
I am loving this activity for getting me to articulate why the poems that stick with me do stick with me, but I'm not experiencing any surprises in my personal preferences...yet.
Oh, I love this poem. Thank you for introducing me to it, and for your personal perspective. I relate to your under- or over-reacting. And to the poet's depiction of the latter.
I'm working on the weirdest story. It's funny how something just takes a hold of you and won't let you go. I had the idea for this story just kind of skirting around the edges. almost swimming in my subconscious. Then, it started to get a shape, a form...so I couldn't help but write it.
Then I'm disappointed when it doesn't flow out of the pen the way I see it in my mind.
But I keep coming back to it!!!
And so far it's got the stupidest ending ever...
The protagonist asking "Do you have any pork chops."
Someone save me from myself! *LOL*
(But at least I'm writing...)
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