Water washes slowly over the dying manA Poem by Gordon PurkisIs now any different than always or forever?
Isn’t worry basically saying
you’re concerned about everything?
As if the world owed you some
consent
or concession for walking upright
and talking forthrightly.
Sometimes you can be bathed
in the blue light of sadness
and survive
forget about what they tell
you about being happy, joyous and free
and if you have to light a fire
to think of God, then Amen
and tra-la-la.
© 2009 Gordon PurkisReviews
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4 Reviews Added on February 4, 2009 AuthorGordon PurkisAlpharetta, GAAboutI have been blessed/cursed with the poetic imperative since the onset of my teens...it continues to get worse. I am also the editor of two poetry magazines, Mastodon Dentist and Nefarious Ballerina. I.. more..Writing
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