(c) Geoffrey Wren
Disciple Dash
I would run free with you just on principle although, as you know running is not my style your love has simply truly transformed me into a disciple even if only for a little while hello, so long, good-bye Jellyfish I don’t want to seem like a heretic, but your hips and lips and eyes, they hit me like a bottle of wine. No, I don’t want to be your lunatic, but, by a country mile, no cheeks or chin have ever looked so fine. Maybe then I am just a fanatic, but I’m trying not to be too despised; I’d better grow a spine. Salt (previously posted) A rock pillar of salt awaits those looking backward. As a staunch evangelical American, once I epitomized a top-rung Christian. You have asked me to discuss the future, yet we cannot discuss what has not been. Leonard saw the future, called it murder, the same as our own present and our past. My upward way is at once my downward. The downward path, it rises up likewise. God sees all time present for forever. I am not God; the night still spreads outside. I struggled long in lost worldview warfare. My weary back I never once unbent. Then one night, along the troubled pathway, a stranger told me he could build those walls: The walls between my culture and comfort, walls between the foreign and family. I sold my soul, crossroads, to the Stranger, though, true, he did not ask explicitly, only asked for proof of my loyalty, and my tired soul I volunteered in pledge. My upward way is at once my downward. The downward path, it rises up likewise. God sees all time present for forever. I am not God; the night still spreads outside. Once you sell your soul, lightning seals the deal. Even when the pendulum oscillates, your soul is sold. You cannot buy it back. I offer passers futures and my life. As I lie in the mud of dirty roads, even the Stranger mourns my fate in time. I lie trampled underfoot, Stranger of Gold. I gave myself to you, oh my paper stranger. I become a statue of salt as I stare backward. Wolfpack Contributor: Ethan McGuire A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Ethan McGuire New Poem : The King & Queen Of Neon by Ethan McGuire 5 poems inspired by Leonard Cohen by Robert Frede Kenter (Before I Turn Into Gold Day) Salt by Ethan McGuire poetry entry for Avalanches in Poetry 2 Writings & Art Inspired by Leonard Cohen Wonderful Artwork from Avalanches in Poetry Writings & Art Inspired by Leonard Cohen by artist/writer Geoffrey Wren All of the poems (revised) from Avalanches in Poetry for Leonard Cohen Week by David L O’Nan Poem by Joe Kidd for “Before I Turn Into Gold Day” inspired by Leonard Cohen Poetry/Writing from Attracta Fahy : “Book of Longing” from Avalanches in Poetry Writings & Art Inspired by Leonard Cohen
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