What scene would I want to be enveloped in
more than this one,
an ordinary night at the kitchen table,
floral wallpaper pressing in,
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So forgive me if I lower my head now and listen to the short bass candle as he takes a solo while my heart thrums under my shirt- .....here I feel the love for the chores sharing with better-half to make a harmonious life; beautiful poem shared
Brilliant. Each moment of life is so precious, spent in the closeness of your own self.
Loved the different imageries so neatly drawn in appropriate words, and glad to see the contentment of the poet. Congratulations to the poet on this poem's selection as the 'Modern Poem of the Day!
So forgive me if I lower my head now and listen to the short bass candle as he takes a solo while my heart thrums under my shirt- frog at the edge of a pond- very fine poem. tony
But beyond this table there is nothing that I need, not even a job that would allow me to row to work, or a coffee-colored Aston Martin DB4 with cracked green leather seats. very fine poem. tony
So finest feel to have read an Immortal poem while the poet is still alive, but he is a genius like my only bro must I admit, such a brilliant poem, so finest to read, who am I that I can decreed? CONGRATULATIONS on being chosen with this great prize of honour from Poem Hunter for your most deserving poem I ASK YOU. I am very happy for you, dear Billy. God's Blessings in Abundance.5 Stars!
So forgive me if I lower my head now and listen to the short bass candle||| such a beautiful poem shared
A poem so brilliantly written. Thanks for sharing and congrats for being picked.
This poem is excellent with so many layers and imagery. The work of a master.
though i can think of better scenes to suit me, i smile at and appreciate collins' expression of contentment and the rich—so rich—sensory details and humorous excursions of imagination that characterize so much of his work. -GK
Beautifully composed. Nice penmanship. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as the poem of the day.
Billy, such a brilliant poem... congrats for being picked... a big 10+++
This one is...weird. In that it's not...weird. Collins' poetry usually has a playful and facetious edge to it, a twist or mystery wrapped up inside that belies the otherwise commonplace phrasing. Of course, we all need a little break from cynicism and smartassery every once in a while, and maybe this is just him enjoying the simplicity of the moment for once, but, compared to his other stuff, this one just seems oddly sincere. Unless, of course, I'm not getting the joke
Collins doesn't know when to end an image. He always strings it out far too long, as in the line or a coffee-colored Aston Martin DB4/ with cracked green leather seats. The level of specificity is overdone, and the time-bound reference to a particular car made by a particular company will date the poem in very little time. Bad judgment.
It gives me time to think about all that is going on outside- leaves gathering in corners, lichen greening the high grey rocks, while over the dunes the world sails on, huge, ocean-going, history bubbling in its wake. a very fine poem. tony