Often my favorite poems are those that spill out unexpectedly. Well done. I love the imagery, especially in the line about the cat. And the fall leaves.
Rebecca, thank you. Hannah puts her body completely around my hand, and seems to enjoy most doing so while I’m typing. I swear she could bake break in that oven. Thanks so much for reading and the kind words.
It's funny the way poetry sometimes appears, unexpected and unknown. Even when I try write something else, even when I mean to write another way, even my essays, even my prose, turns into a poem.
Love how this just rolls off the tongue, flowing beautifully, thoughts building, intertwined. There’s a richness to it but it is easy to pierce. Lovely. You should write more poetry, Ben.
Thank you, Barrie, I really appreciate your encouragement and kind words. I will be on the lookout for something that might lend itself to another. It’s probably right in front of me. Who knew? If you had told me two days ago that I was going to write a poem, I would have chuckled.
I think we often pigeonhole ourselves. I’ve been calling myself ‘the sort of fella who doesn’t write poetry’ and yet ... it’s a pleasure to allow the words to flow like this. I guess we’re fellas who wrote poetry after all!
Kim, thank you much. It kind of feels that way when I watch the high school bus. All the kids are looking at their phones and they kind of waddle into the bus automatically. I really appreciate your reading and encouragement, as always.
By now you know I grew up in the city, but now live in the suburbs. I saw a fox for the first time in my life. I can relate to this piece a little more than I could a year ago. That’s the beauty of writing - it can change for you as you grow.
Marc, you nailed that on the hood. I live in the burbs, but there are small woods in the neighborhood with plenty of activity in there, including a snapping turtle the size of a house years ago. He has since moved on to other pastures.
Daniel, thank you so much. We had an hour commute each way to and from school and friendships formed into tight bonds. And did we ever have fun. As always, thank you for your encouragement. I really appreciate it.
Teri, I really appreciate your kind words. Riding the bus was, of course, something we never got to do after high school, and those hours are full of fond memories. Thank you so much for reading. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. Ben
Often my favorite poems are those that spill out unexpectedly. Well done. I love the imagery, especially in the line about the cat. And the fall leaves.
Rebecca, thank you. Hannah puts her body completely around my hand, and seems to enjoy most doing so while I’m typing. I swear she could bake break in that oven. Thanks so much for reading and the kind words.
This is a gorgeous piece!
It's funny the way poetry sometimes appears, unexpected and unknown. Even when I try write something else, even when I mean to write another way, even my essays, even my prose, turns into a poem.
Thanks so much for sharing this!
Duane, thank you so much for I really appreciate your encouragement and the kind repost.
My pleasure!
I love it Ben. Especially the tails wagging and sniffing part of course. Nice phrasing and it paints a very nice picture of my favorite season too 🍁🍂
Beautiful poem, that last line especially. So true.
Deborah, thank you. I really appreciate your reading and kind words. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Love how this just rolls off the tongue, flowing beautifully, thoughts building, intertwined. There’s a richness to it but it is easy to pierce. Lovely. You should write more poetry, Ben.
Thank you, Barrie, I really appreciate your encouragement and kind words. I will be on the lookout for something that might lend itself to another. It’s probably right in front of me. Who knew? If you had told me two days ago that I was going to write a poem, I would have chuckled.
I think we often pigeonhole ourselves. I’ve been calling myself ‘the sort of fella who doesn’t write poetry’ and yet ... it’s a pleasure to allow the words to flow like this. I guess we’re fellas who wrote poetry after all!
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One at my best poems was written at 3am. If you wake up then way you can write a great poem and get an extra 30 minutes of sleep!
That’s a proposition I can sign onto.
Let me know what poem you come up with at 3am
@BenKershberg maybe it’s something about the middle of the night that inspires writing
Sakai, that could very well be. If so I will wake up at 2:30 daily. Thanks so much for reading and your comment. I appreciate both.
so many lovely lines. thanks for sharing. i especially liked the bus sweeping :-)
Kim, thank you much. It kind of feels that way when I watch the high school bus. All the kids are looking at their phones and they kind of waddle into the bus automatically. I really appreciate your reading and encouragement, as always.
By now you know I grew up in the city, but now live in the suburbs. I saw a fox for the first time in my life. I can relate to this piece a little more than I could a year ago. That’s the beauty of writing - it can change for you as you grow.
Marc, you nailed that on the hood. I live in the burbs, but there are small woods in the neighborhood with plenty of activity in there, including a snapping turtle the size of a house years ago. He has since moved on to other pastures.
My favorite thing about poetry is when it spills out like this. Lovely poem! Thanks for sharing :)
Julia, thanks for your kind words. I’m glad you enjoyed it piece. Funny how words can just overflow and then disappear.
I also don't especially like poetry. Hope this helps!
(I do like Bodhi a lot, though)
That’s all that matters. He had a big time bath yesterday and now smells like oatmeal.
Thanks for the nosual!
Really enjoyed this, Ben
“Raucous and together were our days on the bus when simplicity reigned, however baffling to us then.”
Particularly liked this part with its nostalgic look back to school days 👍🏼
Daniel, thank you so much. We had an hour commute each way to and from school and friendships formed into tight bonds. And did we ever have fun. As always, thank you for your encouragement. I really appreciate it.
I was bussed to high school with other disabled kids on a “short bus”—a friend calculated that we had spent over 3,000 hours on the bus in 4 years.
Every year when Fall came, there was trepidation until we found out who was on “our” bus, because the routes would change a little each year.
I really enjoyed your poem—and, like you, I am not a big poetry reader/writer.
Teri, I really appreciate your kind words. Riding the bus was, of course, something we never got to do after high school, and those hours are full of fond memories. Thank you so much for reading. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. Ben