My idea was "things that don't exist any more" -- that is, things that existed once upon a time, but no longer. Victoria posted it as "things that don't exist," which could also mean poltergeists and gremlins and the like, so I guess that's OK too. I've written a few poems about things that no longer exist, and maybe if I'm not being too forward, I'll post more than one. But here's one:
THE MASKED MAN FINDS HIS PLACE IN THE WORLD
He lives where things used to be, where sons have no beards, daughters have no breasts. He is flattened like an opossum almost every night, crossing the super highway where apple trees and tufts of grass once protected him from smooth hurtling cars. He loses his money regularly visiting where his friend Jake used to live, now a supermarket. He remembers the Sea Horse, the Academy Theater, the Black Swan, the Little Red House of Gifts, the Garden of Eden.
i liked it the way it was...some things exist that people don’t believe in and that doesn’t make them non existent but I thought and thoughts bout things that dont actually exist and that was hard... I will try to write another .
Your poem is slightly surreal. I enjoydd ed the mind wandering feel of it...
time and time again we use time wisely we are in time some people kill time and then there are those who waste time I use time but, what is time there are those who watch time some measure time all the way to plank but it’s all just an illusion ... now, does not even exist said Einstein and yesterday has gone it’s way with tomorrow as nothing but a hope, and a dream without clocks would there still be time? It takes time for light to reach us So, the illusion of time is always approximately eight minutes in the past so, time is never really on time... anyway...
the Dispatch Newspaper came in the morning I read the funnies Li’l Abner and Daisy Mae We children knew where they printed it and went there all the time we carried jars to capture Canadian sailors I don’t remember why but it was fun the building is completely gone it’s just a memory the smell of lake the sound of whirring from machines printing out Erie news makes me smile...
My idea was "things that don't exist any more" -- that is, things that existed once upon a time, but no longer. Victoria posted it as "things that don't exist," which could also mean poltergeists and gremlins and the like, so I guess that's OK too. I've written a few poems about things that no longer exist, and maybe if I'm not being too forward, I'll post more than one. But here's one:
ReplyDeleteTHE MASKED MAN FINDS HIS PLACE IN THE WORLD
He lives where
things used to be,
where sons have no beards,
daughters have no breasts.
He is flattened like an opossum
almost every night,
crossing the super highway
where apple trees
and tufts of grass once protected him
from smooth hurtling cars.
He loses his money regularly
visiting where his friend Jake used to live,
now a supermarket.
He remembers the Sea Horse,
the Academy Theater,
the Black Swan,
the Little Red House
of Gifts,
the Garden of Eden.
I meant to say "anymore". Fixed.
Deletei liked it the way it was...some things exist that people don’t believe in and that doesn’t make them non existent but I thought and thoughts bout things that dont actually exist and that was hard... I will try to write another .
DeleteYour poem is slightly surreal. I enjoydd ed the mind wandering feel of it...
A puzzle that keeps eluding me like a will o' the wisp... wish I could fathom it.
Deletethings that don’t exist
ReplyDeletetime and time again
we use time wisely
we are in time
some people kill time
and then there are those
who waste time
I use time
but, what is time
there are those who watch time
some measure time
all the way to plank
but it’s all just an illusion ...
now, does not even exist
said Einstein
and yesterday has gone it’s way
with tomorrow as nothing but
a hope, and a dream
without clocks
would there still be time?
It takes time for light to reach us
So, the illusion of time is always
approximately eight minutes in
the past
so, time is never really
on time...
anyway...
LOL. I used to have a sign taped over the clock in my classroom, "Time passes. Will you?"
DeleteThe Mad Hatter and the March Hare do a great riff on this in Alice in Wonderland. I liked yours.
DeleteTime is so fun to play with and you do it so well, and so cleverly.
Deletething that don’t exist anymore
ReplyDeletethe Dispatch Newspaper
came in the morning
I read the funnies
Li’l Abner and Daisy Mae
We children knew
where they printed it
and went there all
the time
we carried jars
to capture
Canadian sailors
I don’t remember why
but it was fun
the building is completely gone
it’s just a memory
the smell of lake
the sound of whirring
from machines
printing out
Erie news
makes me smile...
I don't remember the Dispatch, just the Erie Morning News and Erie Daily Times. Newspapers overall are slowly disappearing. I like this one a lot.
DeleteI love the Canadian sailors.
DeleteNice nostalgia, kindly images.
DeleteHere's a video I did of an ode to something that doesn't exist any more.
ReplyDeletehttps://youtu.be/nF10CEHeNUw
Gone Now
ReplyDeleteI used to stop there for ice cream
on my way back from Maine
where I don't go any more, either.
The ice cream tasted so good
after the long drive along the
highway from the Maine coast.
And the ice cream was made
right there in the dairy barn,
gone now too, and the cows
that grazed in the meadows
behind the dairy barn that
sold the delicious ice cream
now gone and the fields
where the cows grazed are
now filled with houses and
driveways and some day
maybe but who knows
they will be gone also.
I love the way this grows.
ReplyDeletewow, Tasha ... i truly enjoyed this piece of art! The imagery was terrific.
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