repeatedly in summer flustered with I

repeatedly in summer flustered with I
one flies with distant promises of still
while I in the I look at a very lush sky
in the billing of a last order at the mill

thunder rolling with eggs and squirrels
in the early morning of another I see
finds no peace in the I of clock tale bells
or in the dying of the night blue sea

one walked immersed in water words
birds and the falling of a cockled sea
another is lost in that sea of I weed herds
tolling like an innermost I in the final me




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-07-17 at 18:33

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Another rolling adventure for all us Is. And for you too of course. The line "thunder rolling with eggs and squirrels" made me grin. Only you would get away with such clever imagery :)
2015-07-20


Bob
I is the conscious entity of any man.
2015-07-19


Bob
the I in my poetry is often not only I but the I in all of us - a state of being - the name I use to describe that which we can describe because there is an I to see it
2015-07-19



great writers such as Hemingway or Thomas Mann in their letters or diaries don't use the I when they speak of themselves

you are maybe the beginning of the answer i have needed for a long time....
2015-07-19



i've already noticed the attention you put on the letter "I". and i cannot figure out why?
2015-07-17