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It's a great poem, John. I didn't have the opportunity to learn Greek during my school years, complete with squash and biscuit, lol.
Thanks for enjoying my poem; I hadn't thought about the 'sphere in connection with it. Yes, Planet F mght not be entirely without attractions, not least the billow-birds :>)
I enjoyed reading your latest poem too. I know the ode by Wordsworth and I like your description of embarking on sleep. S2 is also strong and I love 'close as tails on coins' in S3. It's nice you include Mrs I, and I like the Octavio quotation and reference to Penelope at the end.
The poem about the sun turned out to be a little thing, so I'm posting one of my dream-poems too. It's from my dream diary :-)
If Sun be faith, my sun is Coo,
my little colombine,
who often likes to cheer, 'Woo-hoo!'
in tones that sound divine.
She neither burns nor freezes me –
my heart is always warm;
she smiles and shines tenaciously
through wind and rain and storm.
And in my darkest hours of pain,
she shimmers at my side
to soothe my ills, my anxious brain,
bright beaked and twinkly eyed.
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Boing
I wake up
in bed
and find my legs
have been replaced
with large yellow rubbery constructions,
ending in orange duck-feet.
I'm puzzled,
but really rather pleased;
the rubber-legs are heavy
yet very flexible
and I think
I might be able
to boing.
I get out of bed
and boing head first
into a wheelie bin.
😵 ...woken by pseudo-sensation of headbang.
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Tomorrow: another dream-poem.
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