Frodo Retires (2008)
[Click on the image above to see the view with binoculars.]
In the Shire now somewhat worse for wear Wise Sam hastening to marry Rosieblots out all talk
of a Phoenix sequel. Frodo sells his hobbit hole and pawns a gold ring for a hospice bedin Rove Country.
Image initially made with Sterling-ware. Post-processed until it became My Precious. Text is a "Google poem" collaged from search strings of frodo retires.
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Frodo RetiresNo more dragon's teethTo plant for invincible armiesOr magic beans for a stalkInto the giant's gothic lairOr a golden harp whose melodyEnraptures Rapunzel's hair.Retirement sucking on buttonsThinking them stones, cooledAnd stained by threads of agesOur grandmothers once woveBlue-blooded as bullet holesEmptied of stars missing heaven.What encomium's euphoric enoughTo bedazzle the binary abacusInto a trinity that evaporates heliumGasping for air on Bald MountainWhere elderly are abandoned inWaves of goodbye and goodbye and goodbye.[Disposable Poem January 2, 2008]
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