I've never fallen to my knees
and prayed to God;
tumbling on loose cobblestones
in old town squares,
I've spilled coffee over my shoes
but not often new ones.
perplexed but not quite daunted
or reversed stretching out at the frailty
and being only man among men,
poets.
2.
walk with me,
though I do not walk so much as sway, pitch
or stagger.
walk with me,
though I shall be muted, scarcely
swinging my arms at the sides.
walk with me,
though hell I walk, ancient seraphim
in ash and agony.
walk with me,
though hell is too wide for eidetic
narrative.
- Hoc Scripsi
image by Tess at Magpie Tales #51
Love the bit about spilling coffee on not-new shoes.
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ReplyDeleteJhon, I really like this.. It reads smooth and it makes me want to know "him" more.. maybe take a walk with him..
ReplyDeleteVery nice Magpie!
walking with your words is fantastic.
ReplyDeletelove your take here.
beautiful poetry.
I enjoyed this, Jhon, especially "perplexed but not quite daunted"....and the picturesque description ofyour walking.........good poem. Glad you found your way to Poets United:)
ReplyDeletenice writing, I really like the asking in the second piece though ....sway, pitch or stagger..
ReplyDeletea sense of hope from the first piece to the second...and that one is not alone...bkm
Beautiful piece. (It did bring to mind the Seinfeld episode about the girl who didn't swing her arms when she walked.)
ReplyDeleteReally good!
ReplyDelete"...though I do not walk so much as sway, pitch
or stagger." I like this line a great deal!
I humbly thank you all for these kind words - I am quite glad that connected with it. now it only needs a title... any offerings??
ReplyDelete"With Shoulders Back" is all I seem to be able to come up with...
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