I wonder what it’d be like to live
where no blinking red lights marred
the heroic night sky that never cared less
(for William Stafford from whom I stole the title and the heroic sky that never cared less.)
I wonder what it’d be like to live
where no blinking red lights marred
the heroic night sky that never cared less
(for William Stafford from whom I stole the title and the heroic sky that never cared less.)
Lovely! You sparked a Haiku Bartholomew! Thank you!
http://gypsieswritingmusingsquotesgripes.com/2023/02/17/night-storm/
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Thank you, Gypsie, and well done!
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Thank you Bartholomew!!! 🙏
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Well stated.
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Thanks!
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The sky goes on and on regardless of our thoughts. I enjoyed your poem.
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So glad. Thank you, Ali.
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Well done and inspiring too!! So do look forward to your Fraiku Fridays❣️
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Thank you very much! Loved your Fraiku too.
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Thank you! 😊💖
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Great poem. I always appreciate when you introduce me to a poet I didn’t know and I think you have certainly done him Justice here
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Thank you, JM! I hope he wouldn’t mind me stealing some of his best lines.
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I think you seek the darkness of the cave…
https://theorkneynews.scot/2022/05/29/circadian-rhythms-light-darkness/
Something I wonder is – if – through some kind of time-shift – ancient folk saw/see the artificial lights in the skies – and wonder/ed?…..
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I think they’d freak out. If they felt comets were bad omens, I can’t even imagine their reaction to blinking lights moving across the sky.
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