A white-tail deer moons me,
disappears behind clouds,
and I'm moon walking in the stumble-light
Tripping on potholes of moonman craters
and astronaut seas
mirrored in puddles
It is way past bedtime for stoats and voles,
they watch silent horror films of hawks,
shadows that flicker on silver screen leaves
The taste of time on my tongue,
my gloves soaked and cold
from this morning's sleet
I trace a line to the Pole star,
but is my filmy world a negative, I have it all
backwards? Am I headed South, not North?
I walk in light, old and yellow as sticky tape,
peeled from b&w photos
off the bottom of the sea
The Sunday Muse
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qbit 
Beautiful images that carry loss and menace at an ominous remove. Also…it may have made me want to go get popcorn and settle in for an afternoon of movies and blankets.
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Lol! Thanks!!
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Feels like a dream ~ except for the varmints. Love ‘ light, old and yellow as sticky tape’ … Happy Sunday.
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Happy Sunday to you too!
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I love stumble-light and that whole so-good final stanza, qbit. Though I was expecting a hiaku about unicorns, this is much better. Light yellow as sticky tape, that’s just crazy good.
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Thanks, lol! And yet alas, I failed with the nose cone thing. Good I suppose to always have something to challenge my writing…
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that’s a lot of o’s. O: Your choice of the letter ‘O’ leaves a good moon taste on my tongue.
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Ahoooo!
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Glorious, dreamlike images to roam among. Love how you ended it “old and yellow as sticky tape,
peeled from b&w photos off the bottom of the sea” It is so fitting.
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Thanks!
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This is amazing as I knew it would be Qbit! Everything I wanted to say has already been said. I love this and the ending is stelar awesome!!
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Lol! Thanks!!
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I like “tastes like time on my tongue” and “stumble light”. Great word usage.
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I too like “tastes like time on my tongue” It’s cold and a mixed bag of precipitation here. The imagery of catching snowflakes on my tongue comes to mind, all unique in the flurry of a winter day. I like where your mind traveled and thanks for taking us along.
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Great sense of being lost in the familiar, of being lost in the cinematic world. “walking in the stumble-light” – unique line that clicks with recognition.
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Where Un Chien Andalou is Cinéma vérité!
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A bit like walking in a blizzard, no? Up is down and down is sideways.
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Ahahaha! Yes!
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My mooner is a cottontail rabbit, potholes not allowed here
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Lol! Do you have moonshine?
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I walk in light, old and yellow as sticky tape,
peeled from b&w photos
Great lines, Randall! As always. Winter works well for you.
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Right now Winter sucks! Oh, wait… That’s why it is working for me. Dang that!
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Nailed it first time!
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The biggest question I have is just how much more poetry can I milk out of the wind, sand, sea and walking the dog over the months ahead. So far so good, Nor’Easters seem to be the gift that keeps on giving, but at some point I might crack. Go full Lear out on the beach, shaking my fists like Ahab –“Fie! Fie! Blow winds, crack your cheeks!” or such. Hmm.. Note in journal…
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At some point… Right, Randall!
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Ahahahaha!!!!
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Fie! Fie!
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So well done, q. I love that third stanza, probably because I am the sort of person who can envision it.
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Ahahaha! Nice!
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