Eye for an eye, lip for a lip: my love not retribution but desire – just now, just this, our kiss hanging in the air between us like a mirror flashing the sun, flaring SOS to pilots flying low out of LaGuardia in Manhattan's endless, island search party. Form: "NY Minute." A NY Minute is like an American Sentence, but doesn't give a crap about syllable counts or anything else. You got a problem with that?
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I’m all for anything that doesn’t count syllables or interfere with flight patterns!
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Ahahaha! Great.
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I absolutely love your NY Minute Qbit! Especially like the “our kiss hanging on the air between us like a mirror flashing the sun.” Beautiful & smile worthy!!
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Thank you!!!
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But, do they really WANT to be found, if they’re kissing?
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Ah, you are asking is love a voyeur? Or are we?
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I would previously have agreed with you, but the internet seems to show us otherwise…
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A great set of lines-within-a-line. You do this well.
I’ve heard of a variation: the New York minute written while listening to chamber music. The New York Minuet.
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Ahahaha!
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I like how you start it, how you end it, and everything in between. Love the afterword also.
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Ahahaha! Thanks!
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You’re welcome ❤
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I love your New York minute!
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A very strong kiss, “our kiss hanging in the air between us like a mirror flashing the sun.”
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Thanks!
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That is some kiss to light up the sky at the airport…you might have to rethink those ones in the city…could wreck the infrastructure.
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Ahahaha!!
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but doesn’t give a crap about
syllable counts or anything else
The NY Minute makes it a lot more simpler with less bother. Love it qbit!
Hank
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Hahaha, yep!
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Love the idea of pilots endlessly searching for Manhattan and the form, which instantly makes me think of poems running along screens instead of stock prices and breaking news and football scores.
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Oh, her, that is a great idea! “Man kisses woman on 42nd and Broadway… Extra large coffee, regular, at 38th and Madison…” And such. Will give it some thought.
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A kiss of desire, not retribution, an S.O.S. to the lost who don’t have one of their own, perhaps…this compact gem brings the attitude, and the brevity without sacrificing any of the things that make a poem shine. It almost makes me say I ❤ NY, but I'll settle for just <3ing this.
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Thanks. Yes, what/who are lost or found or both. NYC and endless parade of that question on every sidewalk.
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ha, I’ve have flown into that airport many times and I have to be honest. Sometimes, it felt like the planes would kiss because they were that close. Would we passengers combust in their lust? It
seems my mind is wandering again. haha
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Wonderful. I love that image of the passenger’s lust.
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Love the kiss that floats and flashes.
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Is it a kiss before the crash? I love poetry that doesn’t force you to count. 🙂
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Like the looping and re-looping feel of this, and the sense of pointlessness in that. Nice.
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SOS!
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That’s some serious kiss. No one wants to be found.
Thanks for dropping by you read mine
Much💜love
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Are you talkin’ to me???
No rules, just grand poetry!
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Ahahaha!!! Yes. I knew you would get it.
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LOL cannot catch my breath … LGA we have a problem!
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Ahahaha!!!
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