An arch is half
of a synchronistic
affirmation
when found unexpectedly
by sunlight passing through
rain
while pausing breathless
in a borrowed town
bare headed
in the “let’s get a bite to eat”
parking lot.

Drops on lashes
fall
from spontaneous laughter
and Occam was correct:
lex parsimoniae.
Because
who would believe the difference between
the facts
and the truth?

Nicely done, Holly, sometimes the circumstances lead to chance.


Les

I am partial to the word construction you have used, and noticed the singular words rain and fall at isolated positions in the poem. I like the images you've conjured with
in a borrowed town

drops on lashes

I'm reminded of the Donald Fagan song " Waltz between the raindrops, back to your door"...or something like that.

Best,
Marflow

holly,

I like the poem. It is ambitious. But I am probably one of the only people reading it who has had a 45 year argument going with old Bill Occam about his razor. I much prefer the option of richness in both life and in poetry, having always multiplied entities beyond necessity on odd numbered Wednesdays and under the full moon.

Cheers,

Peter

Holly, discussion fosters growth. Listening closely to all of you is why I read everything most people post here. I learn from people's comments. Sometimes I incorporate an idea/suggestion I've read on someone else's thread into a poem. You all are a great inspiration to me.

Amo.


Les

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Les, Thank you for putting that version here. I love that piece. I think it's marvelous. I am honored. H.

Marflow, Thank you very much for noticing. I write in a very specific format not just tumbled down the page. For me, line breaks are extremely important and are as visually pertinent as they are auditorily mandatory. I want them to serve as much as punctuation. To me structure of a poem, as in art, is as important as the content and the subject. H.

Peter, While I find myself complicating my life with endless multiplications and divisions of possible outcomes of decisions, I keep jerking back to reality with this particular emotional grooming technique. It is an interesting theory. Are you familiar with Littlewood's Law? H.

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I was going to mention Occam's Disposable Razor last week, but didn't

According to Littlewood, that's not so amazing

I do like pie, as Mr. P said, though



Oh ye of little wood, is that a roll of dimes in your pocket?

i'm still appreciating the first few lines and the skill you used to slip through those words, through that rainbow-onto the other side of the story.

hats off to you holly!

mosta what Mitts said. I found the vocabulary refreshing as well, which has not actually been mentioned. Neatly done Holly.
Ya done good. Ya done real good.

"What one generally calls a fact is an interpretation of a situation that no one, at least for the moment, wants to call into question."

Gérard Fourez

"There are two ways to slide easily through life; to believe everything or to doubt everything. Both ways save us from thinking."

-- Alfred Korzybski

Littlewood's law — States that individuals can expect miracles to happen to them, at the rate of about one per month. Coined by Professor J E Littlewood, (1885–1977)

Holly,

I've heard talk of miracles before, though not familiar with this formulation.

I confess that since I find every instant of my life a miracle, as I do all of creation, whether it includes me or not, I have always been a little put off by talk of miracles when people were designating this or that happenstance more miraculous than any other. Its like all that talk about the sacred...if anything is sacred, everything is.

I saw a man on the street today. He got on the bus I road on. We sat, side by side. Then he got off. We did not speak. This was a miracle. This was sacred. I need no greater testimony to the blessedness of all that is.

amo,

Peter

p.s. I know this sounds a little stuffy, but I do feel blessed every day...and I do not need any theology to justify that feeling.

An arch is half

of a synchronistic 

affirmation

when found unexpectedly

by sunlight passing through 

rain

while pausing breathless

in a borrowed town

bare headed

in the “let’s get a bite to eat”

parking lot.




Drops on lashes 

fall

from spontaneous laughter

and Occam was correct:

lex parsimoniae.

Because 

who would believe the difference between

the facts

and the truth?

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