The search


It was the evening of the day after
what really should have been
no more than a skin deep intermezzo
with that magic dynamo
blasting at irregular intervals
in all sorts of weird corners,
with nothing more to go on
than a left over flash that still rippled
through Information high way;
what really should have been
no more than a lazy slide
securing a good feeling for free
turned out to be a continuous
search of a broader understanding,
never ending, just getting along.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2009-02-21 at 21:13

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Brian Oarr
You have a most unique voice, Bob ... and that's a good thing. I'm only vaguely able to comprehend you metaphor in a peripheral manner, but I like what I'm reading. One thing's certain ... the writing technique that went into this piece is several levels above the norm found hereabouts. I enjoyed the read enormously.
2009-02-21