centerless spheres
ricochet
off
borders
of
infinite
regress
the softer the hit
the farther they click-
clack
into the fold
of bottomless
reverb
and the scent
of the vague odor
echoes
forth
from an evaporated
childhood
childhood memory
centerless spheres
ricochet
off
borders
of
infinite
regress
the softer the hit
the farther they click-
clack
into the fold
of bottomless
reverb
and the scent
of the vague odor
echoes
forth
from an evaporated
childhood
Peter, lovely poem! Childhood memories are treasures. Remembering is often more pleasant than some of the awkward, scary, or embarrassing moments of childhood that are so amusing to us now. 🙂
Have a great day! Cheryl
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Brilliant write inviting a second read.
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It feels really nice to hear that. Thank you! 🙏🙏🙏
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My pleasure!
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The typewriter marks are a perfect compliment to this poem’s sense of motion!
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Yes! The ghost marks do have me wondering about the typewriter’s commentary.
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