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Rob Graber
Rob Graber
Feb 18, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

The Daisy Picker

Sometimes I have feelings;
Sometimes I have thoughts.
Sometimes I have
Thoughts about feelings;
Sometimes I even have
Feelings about thoughts.
When these things happen,
Sometimes I write a poem;
But then again,
Other times
I don’t.

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Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 2 months ago

Do you then conduct

Do you then conduct scientific experiments and gaze into the heavens? Do you formulate equations and fall into temptation? Cool poem, Rob. ~A
Rob Graber

Rob Graber

16 years 2 months ago

lol

So poetry is not all THAT important; but from a grand enough point of view, what IS? Thanks!
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 2 months ago

Using a microscope we gaze

Using a microscope we gaze into the navel of being. Sooner or later we reach the stars. I know you know what I mean. ~A
A

Arrow

16 years 2 months ago

I love Rob's poem;

I love Rob's poem not. I love Rob's poem . . . well, if only things were that simple. I thought it was funny. Lame can be funny, yes? I'd combine lines 3&4 and 5&6 as there isn't much to warrant "Sometimes I have" getting its own line. I'd also be inclined to eliminate "even" in line 5 to keep the symmetry perfect. I love the tapering end.
Rob Graber

Rob Graber

16 years 2 months ago

Good Points

lol--You are such a petal-picking wit! I was hoping lame could be funny; I lol-d when the closing lines occurred to me two days ago. (The earlier lines had been in the back of my mind for months.) Your points are well taken; and the longer lines you suggest would nicely accentuate the tapering shape, wouldn't they? A lover of symmetry, I nonetheless decided the "even" was valuable enough to call attention to itself as a symmetry-breaker; it aims to stress (facetiously) the daisy-picker's pride in claiming to be intellectual enough to feel strongly about ideas (now and then). And since I wanted the "even," I settled for the symmetry that could be saved, so to speak, by making lines 4 and 6 perfect reversals of each other. It was a close call. There is a self-effacing element whenever a poet makes fun of poets and poetry. Is not this poem a daisy too? And what does that make ITS writer (as distinct from the poem's daisy-picking narrator)? :-,?