pedantic
the musing and meandering
of formless thoughts
etching themselves in the night
a tomcat chasing his tail
in the barnyard
pat-pat-pat, sounds of falling rain
dripping into a puddle outside the window
of love and loss and candy
drunk on obsessions of the never-had
wooden crosses turned ironwood rose
sheepish in their noble quality
a kinship with the forsaken toys
of Christmas past
the artifacts of adolescence
adults no longer care for
crescendo pounding into the forebrain
annotating the unthinkable
transgression against the unknowable
desperate for a companion’s voice
meditating on the throbbing silence of exile
it is a start but not the opening
a lost chapter of the story
what are the ways to find
a making of tribulation?
Sow, and reap child
sow and reap.
but, first must come the planting
off the path
following the heart’s demands
to grow
image courtesy of Pinterest
As always brilliant!👏👏
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thank you very much Stella
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You’re welcome!:)
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Wonderfully sombre and melancholic!
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Thank you 🙏🖤
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The image compliments the words perfectly.
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Thank you 🙏🖤
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A powerful message, OP. This is especially poignant for me bc of the image. My son has always has his bear with him everywhere he goes. Bear is as old as he is and is in such dilapidated condition that he is hardly recognizable as anything other than a vaguely bear shaped scrap of worn cloth. I had often thought of bear as his talisman against the world. A good luck charm and a point of safety. Lately I had notice that bear is getting left behind more and more…a necessary but also sad part of his “growing up”. But yesterday I was taking him somewhere and he said to hold on a minute and disappeared into his room. He returned with bear shortly after and took him with us.
I began to realize he may never give up bear entirely. And that, to me, seems almost joyous in some respect.
Well done, Sir!
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Thank you for sharing this Eric. It is indeed a sad part of growing up. I’m not sure that it’s necessary though. Is it possible that if more of us were to hold onto a bit of youth we could find more happiness as adults? It’s an interesting question
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I think I agree with that wholeheartedly. It’s been a comfort for me to believe that maybe bear serves as a reminder to him of all the things he has learned to this point in his life. It’s been my intention to find a way to preserve him once it is plainly evident that he no longer is being taken from place to place. Because I hope to give it to him when he heads out into the world on his own. Maybe it will always be something that will ground him against hardships he might have to deal with.
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That’s a wonderful notion my friend
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I never know where you are going to go…and I love that.
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Thank you Emily🖤🙏
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A typically awesome collection of words, sir! I appreciate your writing.
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Thanks very much Mr. Clever. Means a lot coming from someone whom I respect. I really appreciate it
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I’m nobody! But I am happy for your respect. I need to get out more. I’ve had my head up my own blog’s ass for too long.
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LoL, yeah there’s some good reads out here 😁
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I meant on your blog, specifically! lol
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O, well then I can’t promise anything
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LOL Sure you can. I have faith in you.
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I promise there is writing here😁
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And…? *taps foot*
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That I wrote some of the work found on this blog!
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You write fantastically, OP.. Don’t sell yourself short. 😉
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Hey thanks bro, I am a big fan of yours too 🍻
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Mutual admiration society! My favorite kind. 🙂
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✍️🤘
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pedantic by oldepunk at ramjetpoetry. Oldepunk swinging for the fences!
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Thanks Erich
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