God is a Metaphor ... With All Due RespectA Poem by Einstein NoodleGod is a Metaphor erupting with fingering phrases glissando winds ripple limbs frisson rises in all those places dawn's sun breaks and swims how can i think what God is? newly fallen snow, fresh kill heat steams wavering over shaded rooms like a poet's quill enlighten corners like no other how can i say who God is? tuck and rolled white-red leather the clouds lay cotton in the valleys and in a faceless place the eyes are a trema prickly pare cactus bleeds bended knees how can i see where God is? immovable and curdled milk senses mixed in whiskeyrum tumblers ice hiccup clinking glass ..... a frenetic lens ....and stippled integrity ...and icy fingers probing the most difficult; forcing open brittle parchment peering loving parts i will not admit God is a metaphor With all due respect
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Added on January 8, 2020Last Updated on January 9, 2020 AuthorEinstein NoodlePork Rind, AKAboutThis morning as I began to log in to WC, it occurred to me what an inspiring and comfortable place this has become for me. There are so many talented people sharing, encouraging, teaching and learni.. more..Writing
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