Demonstrative was what Mom said,
but no one ever called me histrionic.
A sober adult, some said automaton,
a stoic robot.
One who cared,
but cared not to show it.
I wonder now though
about this thing with Carlin.
I’m unsure if I’m that good,
or that bad.
Look both ways into emotions and dispassionate objectivity.
Mind the ever-present gaps for stumbling blocks.
Our Literary Journey 
Something tells me you’re on the good side.
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One of the best things, Bill, about poemin’ …is that the author allows, damn near demands, that the reader conjure their own backstory. Well done.
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Thanks, Doug. Conjure away.
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Great poem, Bill. I can see the Carlin connection. 🙂
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Thanks Sue. My daughter insists it’s there.
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I thought I had commented on this poem a couple of days ago Bill, something to the effect, that good poemin’, like this, allows the reader to fill in their own back story. And I also commented on the Harvest song poem…and even left a link to a song… Van Morrison’s Moondance. Then again, I could just be too old to be on the Web. Anyway, really enjoyed both. Thanks
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I like this a lot, Bill, although I don’t understand the reference to ‘Carlin’.
In Scots a carlin is an old hag, or a witch, but I don’t think that’s what is meant here.
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That refers to George Carlin, the caustic US comedian. My daughter compares me to him, but I lack the wit and humor, in my opinion. I am however, still a fan long after his death.
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