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Niner Liner: By Way Of Conversation
A teabag has been in my tea so long the fluid tastes bitter,
although it is still just as red as a communist's wet dreams.
The Worker's Paradise will never be functionally realized here
because we disqualified ourselves from Eden during Adam's chairmanship.
Does the cat have enough to do to comfortably fill nine lives?
Relatives who should be avoided uncomfortably occupy nine hotel rooms.
In some future to which I will not live: beautiful, long-haired humanoids
will dance together on the softly lit floors of their domed habitation on
Ganymede's surface, in full view of the constellation Aquarius.
Starward
good stuff.
I often wonder, if we’ll ever make it to those distant moons. Being we haven’t even conquered our own. And the way things are going, it seems we can’t even take care of our own planet. So what will we actually bring to these other worlds, if we can’t even take care of our own backyard.
But as for tea, I love bitter-sour flavours. I often soak Japanese Sencha with Egyptian Hibiscus in room temperature water for 24 hours, before sifting the blossoms and leaves out and drinking it. It’s my favourite tea combination. And it lowers blood pressure and keeps the mind calm. Truly good stuff.
Thank you for reading and
Thank you for reading and commenting upon the poem, and for the tea recipe. I am sorry for my delayed reply, I have been quite ill this week.
I agree with you that the future we should have had among the distant moons of our solar systems seems to be beyond our reach as a civilization and a species.
Starward
Stunning intricacy of thought
Stunning intricacy of thought and some phenomenal analogies explore the unrealistic hope of a utopia in our lifetime. The imagined fantastical future was constructed with your usual dexterity. Can never get enough of that!
Another showcase for your far-reaching imagination, fine Poet.
Thank you. I really
Thank you. I really appreciate your validation of this poem. When I write in this form, I try to make some of the lines sound like overheard statements without an accompanying context. During my first real summer job, I worked for the County as a gopher on a survey crew. On Fridays, we only worked until lunch time, spending the remaining four hours visiting various bars in different parts of the county. I could not, of course, consume alchohol, so I drank more iced tea that sumer than I ever had before (confirming, or perhaps establishing, a lifelong personal compulsion to consume iced tea), and I also heard snippets of conversations, from other bar patrons, without very much context. I began to love this kind of "overheard," not for the sake of being nosey, but of just hearing the language doing different things. The next summer (during which I held the same job, but by that time we were monitored too closely to visit bars on Friday afternoons), I had the same experience on the c.b., when me and my best friend, mobile on weekend nights, would "drive into range" of some very distant conversations, and would overheard some of the words without an accompanying context. Sorry for the verbosity of my reply.
Starward
What a great idea to add a
What a great idea to add a relaxed, convincing and natural voice to a poem. It works!