Commentary and Philosophy Poetry posted September 20, 2016

Chapters:

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Exceptional

free verse

A chapter in the book Selections For Book Project

Sand Waiting Too Long for the Sea

by michaelcahill

Sand Waiting Too Long for the Sea                                                    by michael cahill  I contemplate writing a poem in the desert …   I admit to being ill-advised on occasion abrasions of various and sundry nature appear in a figurative (Hummel)  and literal (Remington)   fashion  where they will (and testament)     for the desert is hot and liars say I’m not   ancient winds once graced these very sands perhaps a story danced on a breeze, smiling its truth and wisdom as whim whisked it away to corners unknown and shadows unshown to eyes afraid of darkness and the truth therein but darkness protects truth and cradles it for the brave who venture in trepidation eschewing the old superstitions embedded in their marrow for matters of a grey nature supersede in the thinking creature   truth is discovered and questing begins sharing triggers a need to meld   well, not to be found (bucket) sand, not to be drowned   disheveled, no shovel or desire to bury (I’d marry, but what does she know?)   what if she were to find me here in the now unkempt and unadorned would charm alone behoove her interest even though it is currently lacking could she yet ascribe the possibility of it were the maître d' to festoon the checkered table cloth with the Boudreaux from a vineyard unheard of in these parts what if I simple removed the cork naked   in sandals now encountering Jesus who smiles apparel approval drug test passed not he who asked   Whither thou goest in yon desert son   speech tag pause …   Well, J.C., I worry the chick from the Exorcist might reside in Hell and she scares me         It’s just a movie …   See? I thought it was a total waste of time taking four years of Latin in high school. My insane mother was right   I perform a quadratic equation in the sand Jesus howls with laughter The devil appears to say SHOW YOUR WORK Jesus nods towards me … The Devil howls in pain (I think)   A host of Angels appear in the sky An army of Demons breech the horizon on the run   The Angels alight on the ground with concert harps and begin to play manna laced with medical grade marijuana rains from the heavens and covers the battlefield and bolts of lightning sets it ablaze   The Lord free styles his rap unto a weary Earth, “Oh yeeeeeeaaaaaaah!”   Within hours’ love becomes the only purpose and only memory and only dream   Cher turns back time I find a way   I contemplate writing a poem in the desert …