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August 18, 2024

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turtles evolved from knuckles,interesting

to gently stroke the surface of the stars
Lovely bright star of a poem!

Fantastic work, Troy. Always so great to read your words.

lovely-- and fun!

Omg. Now I have to write an orgin theory pf my own— but without trying —uselessly— to rival this one! Wow!

Gorgeous and imaginative speculation about how things evolve. Love it!

The richness of the poem comes from a deep self-awareness, framed in our daily contradictions of humor.

A very fine love poem!

Beautiful…From the very beginning, that spark!…Thanks Terence and Troy!


Leslie---thanks for your comment.

.... we should all start out as astronomers...
Perhaps then, our thoughts and visions would reach further..
I very much enjoyed the imagery of this poem...

"ice cream from tears"

I love this amazing poem. The artwork is wonderful as well.

Troy Jollimore's "nor will I allow / myself to address the idea that dance / began as a kiss" reminded me of a line often attributed to George Bernard Shaw and, less fathomably, to Robert Frost: "Dancing is a vertical expression of a horizontal desire." I also admire the implicit firmament foreplay in the concluding words from Jollimore: "to gently stroke the surface of the stars." Even his surname bespeaks "jolly more" fun with words and images, all impeccably selected and balanced in this HMS Beagle-like voyage to discover and explore the origins of the species, the spicy, and even the specious ironically conveyed by an astute observation like this one: "the ancient / game of jump-the-fire gave rise / to politics." How apt is that now! The first-person narrator of the poem states that "I began as an astronomer--a liking / for bright flashes, vast distances, unreachable things, / a hand stretched always toward the furthest limit." Count me among the readers who were mightily rewarded by tagging along with Jollimore as he reached for "unreachable things."


Fun and beautiful!

I rarely use the word, and I more rarely use it for poems sent my way, but this poem, Troy, is brilliant.

Thanks for your comment, Lawrence. And yes, Troy's poem is brilliant.

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