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Rubbing Hands Together With Purpose Unknown

by David Maurice

Going into
a poem without
a subject

A falling hush
carpet thoughts
flickering through
red and maple

A hush falling
through flickerings

Yet sometimes the bear finds the woods
and sometimes the keys find the feel
and sometimes the keel keeps the course
and sometimes the feel leaves it coarse


Author's Note: stretch.

Posted on 09/18/2011
Copyright © 2021 David Maurice

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 09/18/11 at 05:22 PM

... excellent.. welcome to Pathetic.....

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/18/11 at 11:14 PM

Sometimes indeed. Dug this a lot.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/20/11 at 07:09 PM

One rubs sticks together to make a fire. Rubbing hands together maybe for warmth. Rubbing brain cells together to come up with a poem. Sometimes it happens!

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/21/11 at 10:02 PM

Love the clever alliteration in that last stanza. The whole thing pretty good.

Posted by JD Clay on 09/29/11 at 12:12 AM

Interesting use of trope, Dave. Me likes!

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/29/11 at 04:07 PM

...easy to dance to also; a really cool piece of work.

Posted by Tony Whitaker on 09/30/11 at 10:53 PM

Love the use of trope.Keeps me thinking!

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 10/03/11 at 05:08 AM

Heh. Definitely a stretch, but not a topple. :)

Posted by Jody Pratt on 01/18/12 at 07:29 AM

I particularly love the first three stanzas. Really great poem!

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