every day that passes
leaves a stain
that just won’t rub off
the sky overcast
bad weather creeping in
and my oh my
this living
gets harder
every day that comes
that goes
and here we are
standing eight
on chosen ground
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This interested me Leonard, as your poems always do, and the mood is subtle and infectious – but may I ask you what you mean by ‘standing eight’? It is clearly significant but doesn’t convey anything to me personally.
A standing eight count is a boxing term which is applied when a referee stops a fight and gives a boxer who is being badly beaten an eight second reprieve while he judges whether or not to let the fight continue. It’s a sort of time out in boxing but only used when one boxer looks like he might not be able to continue. This gives him a break to get his wind.
Ah yes, I get it now. Ive just gone back and reread the poem. Perfect image! Thanks for explaining.
I ordered your new book, by the way, from amazon. It’ll be in my next shipment. Looking forward to reading it.
Thanks Leonard! I hope you enjoy it – I am encouraged by others’ reactions to be optimistic! 😊
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