THE CLOCK DETONATES

HIGH AND DRY—BUT WELL-LUBRICATED BY WIT AND WONDER!

Moonlit Pieces

I fear my nebular shadows might taint the stillness of white clouds

The parched troposphere is parching my humid breath, my humid body

Suspended in the air

A borehole is running out of fluid

I hear the music of pendulum galloping

tearing used papers, scratching empty walls

whispering I couldn’t write no more

My stagnant hands seek through the clamor for clarity

I sniff my hazes, I sniff my sobs

Is that what you really want?
They say to me

My glare screams and breaks the concrete silence

The clock detonates, spewing time spewing incarcerated words

spewing pieces of myself

Like a newborn’s howl as it enters life,

declaring the world that it is alive

Surging in the chasms of every pallid day, of every pallid life

For I am a newborn now, howling to the moon of its darkness & light


A quickie poem for such a high and…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Poet, author, servant of God the Heavenly father and the Lord Jesus Christ...working out his salvation with fear and trembling. - Not trusting in his own deeds, but depending totally upon the finished sacrificial work of Jesus Christ to be, by God's reckoning, a new creature, clothed in Christ's righteousness...which mortal humankind can never attain by their own weak efforts, apart from faith in Christ's work on our behalf. - College-educated, yet wise enough to see that what a man does will not be his ultimate identity nor affect how God sees him or her. - Called by God to do a very difficult thing...apart from God's grace, mercy and strength...to love the sinner (which we all--by nature--are) but hate the sin, which is only paid through Christ, God's Son, - My own God-given gift is that of being a Poet..showing that in all parts of life...God has a loving part in it...as hard as that is to always understand or perceive...given life's realities! Come join me on my journey of discovery?.

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