the brokenhearted fugitives will meet on street corners and dance like flowers again

my friend tells me he cannot see the lights on the surface of the moon

because there is a patch of the bad thing in his heart

so I tell him to look now

at the sinking birds kissing the taller plants around us

he can still cry in his car at night, alone

now that the radio is playing cadenza

the birds and the notes falling as one

and time is a loop not a line

so now he is the lights on the surface of the moon

i am a teardrop, alone

the radio kisses the tall plants

my heart is a bird

🌷 (6)

◄ i search for love on a cold dead morning

jocasta awakens from a dream ►

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Stu Buck

Fri 29th Dec 2017 21:29

thanks martin, im really glad you enjoyed it
i had a fab christmas thanks, best one in years, had all my loved ones in the same room at one point, quite the rarity nowadays!
i hope we meet again in 2018 wherever it may be, felicitations to you and your family

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Martin Elder

Fri 29th Dec 2017 17:15

The whole poem is an absolute master Stu, but I just love

' the sinking birds kissing the taller plants around us'
Fab

Hope you had a good Christmas
have a brilliant New year

Martin

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Stu Buck

Wed 20th Dec 2017 19:24

cheers la!

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Laura Taylor

Wed 20th Dec 2017 10:49

Ah, wonderfulness.

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Stu Buck

Sat 16th Dec 2017 11:10

thanks both. im really glad you enjoyed it!

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suki spangles

Sat 16th Dec 2017 10:13

Stu,

I love this. Whenever you publish your next collection, this needs to go in. A classic example of a poem that leaves its mind up to the reader..

Suki

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raypool

Thu 14th Dec 2017 22:22

Uniquely moving in its sense of mystery and how it draws us in to an area subtle and sensitive , quite unfathomable and yet subconsciously like a dream has a rhythm and logic of its own. Glad you're out there Stu

Ray

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Stu Buck

Thu 14th Dec 2017 02:07

cheers all.

i love that film david and glad you found it within my words.

thanks graham, i will bring the malbec.

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Graham Sherwood

Wed 13th Dec 2017 20:39

I feel that I'm not clever enough to understand this but like opera (which I also like but do not understand) feel drawn to its contents.

I have previously said that I cannot write like this but hugely admire your work and your ability to compose it.

Perhaps one day over a glass of wine we could discuss it.

Well done.

Graham

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Wolfgar Miere

Wed 13th Dec 2017 19:42

Lovely stuff Stu,

firstly my apologies as I may veer wildly from what your intention may have been with this.

You have the knack of nudging nueron's and planting images, that coupled with my present fixation on Christmas has nobbled me. It's the specific words "moon, loop and line" that have got me thinking of "It's a wonderful life" and George Bailey saying the following:

“What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey. That's a pretty good idea. I'll give you the moon, Mary.”

Maybe though there is a connection in how that film and your poem seem to loop around and come full circle. Probably just my skittish brain, but it makes sense to me.

The images you create are always vivid and often beautiful

All the best,

David.

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David Taylor-Jones

Wed 13th Dec 2017 16:05

Lovely Stu, glad you shared that one.

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Stu Buck

Wed 13th Dec 2017 15:45

had a real struggle with my writing lately, so its nice to be back and creating things again. i'm slowly working my way through all the work on here i have missed.

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