Choice wording! “river of all the other asphalt lives flowing around me” and “their own private, glass steel plastic gasoline rooms”. What I like about this poem is the depiction of noticing the difference between seeing and knowing. And your somewhat signature repetition of words to convey the feeling “red-red-red”. And this admission: “I know where I’m going and when I need to be there.” It’s like our individual insistence on being in our own little world. This is a deceptively simple poem, I like that.
Hearing your beautiful, resonant voice reading your equally beautiful poetry is just lovely. I love both reflections on how separate, yet intertwined we all are. ❤️
I loved hearing your voice. Thanks for sharing more of you with us through both your voice and your words. Such a paradoxical revelation, that same-time feeling of “well duh” and awe.
Hey Bill, beautiful poems, beautiful introduction. For years I've wanted to touch the intersection of all those points reference. And for years I've wondered if there is an intersection. I've yearned to touch it, to feel it. I guess different religions have different names for that place/space as do theologians and philosophers.
Thanks, Chuck. That feels like what I'm talking about - that our perceptions and explanations of things constitute a barrier between us and the people we share this life with - and that everyone is captured in the same inescapable fact. And the moments when we see this awesome truth - that we each carry an entire world within us - are transcendent.
Choice wording! “river of all the other asphalt lives flowing around me” and “their own private, glass steel plastic gasoline rooms”. What I like about this poem is the depiction of noticing the difference between seeing and knowing. And your somewhat signature repetition of words to convey the feeling “red-red-red”. And this admission: “I know where I’m going and when I need to be there.” It’s like our individual insistence on being in our own little world. This is a deceptively simple poem, I like that.
Hearing you and reading the poems ifeel a part of you and a part of me met. Thank you for sharing these. I love the podcast as a means of contact.
You know I love both these poems. Now I am going to sit ponder this first one many times.
Thank you sharing your talent.
Let me know what you come up with.
Bill, the addition of hearing your voice read your poems is moving. Thank you!
Hearing your beautiful, resonant voice reading your equally beautiful poetry is just lovely. I love both reflections on how separate, yet intertwined we all are. ❤️
I loved hearing your voice. Thanks for sharing more of you with us through both your voice and your words. Such a paradoxical revelation, that same-time feeling of “well duh” and awe.
Hey Bill, beautiful poems, beautiful introduction. For years I've wanted to touch the intersection of all those points reference. And for years I've wondered if there is an intersection. I've yearned to touch it, to feel it. I guess different religions have different names for that place/space as do theologians and philosophers.
Thanks, Chuck. That feels like what I'm talking about - that our perceptions and explanations of things constitute a barrier between us and the people we share this life with - and that everyone is captured in the same inescapable fact. And the moments when we see this awesome truth - that we each carry an entire world within us - are transcendent.