Inner Workings discussion

Fool I was I rolled down the hill for you
The air was full of grass and nonsense
And you and you and you kept talking
That way you did that swooned me
So often, so many times. We walked
The train tracks deserted and blue
In the dark extending and impossible
Like the future, dark blue and night time
And expansive for the stars of it, the sky
And everything else

darkness leads to nowhere but the future doesn't have to be dark blue. i like the image of deserted train tracks.... an English teacher once said that all poems were condensed novels. Do you think that's true?

it's just lovely matt. rolling down a hill then walking into a great big blue expanse of nighttime future is love, as i understand it. :)

"the air was full of grass and nonsense"

love that line

bonita, i think that english teacher was silly. poems are condensed life.

There is no "like" button in goodreads for me to click on this post. I like this Matt.

Thank you, Patty. I like your definition a whole lot better :)