by George Hoerner
there you are
with you pretty house
flowers and birds
watching the world
whether in jersey,
the golden state,
or some other world
i checked the chapters,
and the footnotes
i thought i was missing
but then on page 323
there i was
in the middle of the line
that little misshaped comma
no doubt a printing error
for it doesn’t belong
or any where except
here where i
Posted on 10/18/2011
Copyright © 2023 George Hoerner
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/18/11 at 08:10 PM|
...george, if i may say: this is more than a morning laugh; yet i do appreciate dawn's observation. i had a heckuva deep, heavy of the word package[pome]and still w/ that diff, i loved "what" it said to me...definitely well writ as she says.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/19/11 at 01:36 AM|
Hahahaha - I did not know where this was going, and I'm not sure where you are, George, but I'm pretty sure we're still all in this together.
|Posted by Shannon McEwen on 10/21/11 at 04:04 AM|
I agree with all of the above!
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/31/11 at 05:29 PM|
Ah!... to figure out what we are, jots, tittles, misshapen commas and what is our place in the universe... what page what line. THEN - to be ok with being lost in the middle of a line in the middle of a book in the middle of a library ... - that's the rub - eh? Cool pome, George.
|Posted by Lori Blair on 11/28/11 at 12:05 AM|
Just excellent George..and the thing is if you are on page 323 all before that could never be as important! :)
|Posted by A. Reed on 12/10/11 at 02:32 AM|
I suddenly was reminded of an ad I saw on a magazine for a car dealership...
It read, "Amereca." with a nice flag and Uncle Sam nearby.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/08/12 at 01:26 PM|
another wonderful piece for the ages, my friend. another splendid opus to strum to excite to communicate to the deepest the most soulful senses. a musician in every sense of the word is who you are, George.