Groove
You stop trains and convince them
to wander about green pastures
like cows with blowholes.
And they love the Lord for you.
Not that I chugachug or issue forth
black smoke much
anymore
but I do run
headlong into the Divine.
I’m not writing you
a job description.
I’m just saying
you turn trains into cows and
they don’t object, and this is how
I think you calm me.
I’m just saying
I see Godsbreath on the air
when you’re in motion.
Irving wrote:
A wonderful and joyful poem
Just great!
Ya Haqq!
Posted on 26-Apr-07 at 7:55 am | Permalink
pbsweeney wrote:
Love the language – the bites of consonant sound and the unexpected word use. Love it!
Posted on 30-Oct-07 at 4:46 pm | Permalink
eusimma wrote:
woderful and beutifull poem, just love it.
Posted on 07-Nov-07 at 3:29 pm | Permalink
eusimma wrote:
from: eusimma
Posted on 07-Nov-07 at 3:31 pm | Permalink