So I read on. Your poems are
Like a parked car, at night, still running
Headlights on. Reading along the dim flanks
Towards the bright spotlight. Your words
Heading out across the (page) savanna, elephantine
From helicopters, on a 55inch screen
In darkened living room, luminous!
I watch them, fascinated, as they move
Raucous,
gregarious,
Your ideas, alive! Moving! The way they interact
Encroach upon some goal, watering hole, trunks
Reaching, drinking
So enthralled was I, blinded
I missed everything I though I came there for
You are such a gift! I knew I shouldn’t
But I will say this, I caught a glimpse
And upon that my gratitude will forever flower
Your depth is not for me to sound.
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erbiage 
Who doesn’t love that reader in headlights look? Perfect cheery tone for the theme and season. 🙂
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Deer Magaly, thank you for spotting that!
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Wonderful, Eric. I especially like the poems like a parked car, headlights on.
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Vroom, vroom! “Where we are going, we don’t need roads!”
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I agree with Magaly. And the car parked with the motor running and headlights on? I don’t know that I can agree with that but what an excellent image! It sort of reminds me of the first time I read TS Eliot at 11. I can still feel my body thrumming as I read his first words…..Let us go then, you and I, when the evening is spread out against the sky….
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That feeling, that right there, is everything!
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I went off to read that love story again, in my mind I kept hearing the name Hemingway…
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Yes it is.
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Your own words here are quite wonderful, and I followed them with the same enthralment they describe. 🙂
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Thank you so much Rosemary. May they deliver you
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Nice one, Eric, especially ‘Your poems are
Like a parked car, at night, still running
Headlights on’.
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Thanks Kim. I’m not sure I understand that entirely. It was a gift.
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Between reader and writer this lush watering hole, sometimes to pour, sometimes to drink from. Well said.
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Thank you Brendan. Poetry is like a watering hole, isn’t it?
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‘Your depth is not for me to sound’… this is soo beautifully heartfelt!❤️
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Shams of Tabriz is rumored to have said “god is deep, and you, you fool, are also deep…”
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A praise that’s like looking through a mirror darkly… a poet’s praise in poesy… what can be better.
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