How far could we have pushed it? How far did we
dare? The cold didn’t
hit us so much then and our bones weren’t
the barometers they are now – not
so plainly breaking
down. And time, he was our slow
playground friend casting his long spell,
fooling us to think that
what we had was real.
But a new chord
could send our minds off in tangents to those
places of colour, much better imagined
than experienced. Two guitars, two
minds playing like John
and Paul, though minus their gifts, their
backgrounds; all still ideas
in the ether surrounding, mingling even with
Alexander’s breath, the vapours of many
great men – and
where are they? Great only
in books, and how much
lesser are we?
© poem and image copyright Dave Barker 2012
Ciscography 
dang…really nice feel…love the rhyme as well…he was our slow
playground friend casting his long spell,
fooling us to think that
what we had was real…..just had an enchantment to it….better imagined than experienced….ha, another cool line…
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very cool…But a new chord
could send our minds off in tangents to those
places of colour…and no matter how talented or not… for me it’s always the fun and the heart that counts
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This was really good. And loved the last line.
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marvelous imagery; i so enjoy this poem
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WOW! I love it!
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Bones barometers and ether mingling with Alexander’s are wonderful notions that you slip in so seamlessly. k.
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Beautiful painting
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Live this, especially “places of colour, much better imagined than experienced”
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“our bones weren’t the barometers they are now”–excellent! Love the references to time as our playground friend, too. Such rich visuals come to mind.
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So much to ponder upon reading this poem…just how I like it 🙂
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Thank you so much!
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“and our bones weren’t
the barometers they are now”
Outstanding!
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really liked this piece.. thanks
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