i magine him mounted on bicycle

riding a brisk timeline





trumpet at home in its case

many moons ago

there was only one sun

he blows into cupped hand

smells his breath

by mary ann blinkhorn

27 thoughts on “genius

  1. I know a recluse genius just like this!

  2. so, how was his breath 🙂

  3. Sometimes these geniuses live very lonely lives too don’t they?
    Really great imagery. 🙂

  4. Berowne says:

    Did the Jobs ghost enter your mind at any point..?

  5. chrisbkm says:

    Drew me right into the character… great poem!

  6. nico says:

    I like this. Clear description, waking up my own imagination.

  7. Sheilagh Lee says:

    interesting story this tells.

  8. Cristi M. says:

    I’ve nominated you for Reality Blog Award.I would be honored if you accept it.

  9. Jae Rose says:

    ingesting the wrong things changes your breath..i hope the trumpet may be taken out of its case again..gases exchanged for beautiful notes..jae

  10. Leeza says:

    O I can see him! This is wonderful. (Actually, I’m envisioning my cousin, Richard! Ha!)

  11. Sparse words with vivid imagery. Nice!

  12. oldegg says:

    There are some telling descriptors here which provide the background to the character such as “privileged, detached and miserable”. He walks a path parallel but not the same as ours so it is difficult to engage with him.

  13. ManicDdaily says:

    Very cool poem. k.

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