Wednesday, August 7, 2019

Ductile Time Revisited



Nine years ago, this poem attracted one comment, from my dear friend and grammar coach since 1965, Willie.  I decided it wanted  pictures, something glowy and something definitive. This is glowy:

Melting points
Make crystal relax.
At 98 degrees,a
Human may be
Drawn like a
A wave over years.
Tungsten takes 6000.
Dreams stream off.
Where do they go?
What current causes
Them to glow? 
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What indeed?As we get older I used to think that wisdom from experience would inevitably flow forth. Those two questions at the end;Where do they go?;What current causes;Them to glow?
are our elders' existential 21st century "Godot"!
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And now for something definitive:

I introduce Monsieur Muscovy, our resident expert on all things ducktile.

16 comments:

  1. Now you've made me curious as to what two words you changed. :)

    Why the two "likes"? That kinda went over my head, but overall, I like the poem. Dreams only stream off if we give up on them and let them go, and a current renewed attention can make them live and glow again.

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    1. Hmmm. I changed "wire" to "wave" and another word. I forget which one but appreciate your pointing out the superfluous "like" --which I corrected. Some things get past Willie. Thanks, Susan!

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    2. Now you've got me trying to decide if I like "wire" or "wave" better. Tough call!

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    3. I thought "wave" might escape the stricter metallurgical protocols of "wire" in deference to quantum coherence. Without a survey of the entire universe, I can't be sure.

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  2. “A wave over years”, until we come into shore with a lovely kiss to the sand.

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    1. Arleen, you have a wonderful way of aligning the surf with new beginnings, new adventures.

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  3. What a precious poem, friend Geo! These 3 words "Human", "Tungsten" and "Dreams" are always worth pondering, aren't they? They all have melting points, don't they? Even dreams do. Love, cat.

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    1. Yes they are, Cat. Life-forms and solids are gathered on this garden in space, engaged in the production of dreams.

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  4. Intriguing questions ... and beautiful sky and duck!

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    1. 0_Jenny, thank you. I shall convey your compliment to both photographers.

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  5. He looks quite scholarly. And that glow above is beautifully peaceful. Your words, well, they leave me perplexed - in a sublime kinda way. Thank you, and be well, my dear friend.

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    1. Dear Lovely Lady, I remember writing the poem with the idea that we are devices of internal combustion, measured and restricted to body temperature. By metallurgical standards that would be the heat at which we can be drawn like a wire across time --when we are malleable, when we are learning. And thank YOU, I shall in all my best be well.

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  6. you should write a book of poetry dear Geo and publish it :)

    your expressions are always so elegantly presented with delicacy of speech and gravity of thoughts

    i am amazed :)

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    1. Dear Baili, thank you. I published poems in magazines many many years ago, but prefer this internet venue. At a time upon which a lifetime of labor and savings have settled an income, poetry has become an occupation outside financial concern.

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    1. Yes. After I edited all the quacks out, the poem remained.

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