Come Pass
East and west
collide and mesh
in ways no mechanical
device can measure
There is no true
north or south here
only our spiraling toward
what is and seems
meant to be
Heart needles spin
like clock hands
but swifter and
less certain
I take my direction from you
collide and mesh
in ways no mechanical
device can measure
There is no true
north or south here
only our spiraling toward
what is and seems
meant to be
Heart needles spin
like clock hands
but swifter and
less certain
I take my direction from you
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Don't let my Fb comment fool you. I like it..
Was just jerking your chain... Mr.B.
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I hope the direction you're taking brings you luck (not f...) I think your chains have been jerked way too much for your own good. Stay on the Way.
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This is beautiful. You must be having some wonderful dreams.
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a compass got me out of a lost amsterdam alley and back to my hotel once.
i also like to put compasses into my assemblage art so the viewer knows which direction they're facing.
maybe a compass is just the rear end of a comp.
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I think this is the most romantic thing you have written that I have read. I love it. I love romantic poetry.
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It's a beautiful description of the inevitability of love.
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I'm thrilled to announce that John Smelcer has just accepted this poem for publication in a forthcoming issue of Rosebud, a literary magazine I've been trying to break into for some time.
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i'm so behind. i saw this for the first time last this afternoon. it's gorgeous, john. really gorgeous. i'm not surprised it's been accepted for publication. love it. go you.
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