THE MINUTE MAN

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I always thought of those lone sailors bobbing at the bottom  of civilization as people with a death wish. Appearantly I changed my mind as I was writing it.

THE MINUTE MAN


 

THE MINUTE MAN

salt froth swirls and dances
sadistic winds seize an ear
shouting, biting
a parade of furies;

far off … suddenly near
like unmanned bagpipes in battle;
a subverter of wills
- stealing beats from heartworn souls

Rolling black blankets of evil;
Grave clothes over unsated waters
“I promise you your death!” it seems to say

“I will send you to the place where fathers
went before you; sailors whose pride I salted down
I laugh at your faith in my tenuous grace
The morning sun sees my beauty…
What YOU think … I don’t care.”


Can’t see
‘have no barring
For God’s sake give me waterless air!
Never ending terror
Body shaking – can’t hold… hands don’t work
Almost more than I can bear

elusive minute...
holding out for
a dry one;
relative quiet
and hot cuppa

more lonely than a freight train
The deep screams "You're outta place here!"
"that's not an issue." his tongue replies
"this is my minute, I won’t die till I
 give up!"

embracing anger;
unrelented hope
second wind now for a man who wields;
a sword against the minute

ignoring salty slaps and brain freeze
eyes wrinkled
lashes swimming
through the veil rinforzando
with del Fugo behind,

soon black meets grey
silver wetness relents;
the quiet minute cajoled
into place by mans' hope

cobalt blue rent with streams of
paynes grey
eyes focus into the glory ...
and he-
senses his way

casting arm in an arc
twice for good measure
snugging his craft to the
taughtness of rope

lashing boom
securing jib
flagging head- wooden hands;
acknowledging provision in
all of its scope

it used up every
tool in one mans' crib
and long spent he found
the horn harbored hope

this cape - this minute
greatfully rounded
he acknowledged
and blessed
the God he invoked

it was impeeded, surpressed
postponed - disuaded
But it's here
thank God it's here ... and it's day
and I’ll call it mine.

- Neville Park 07

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TheSecretPoet commented on THE MINUTE MAN

11-11-2012

This poem seemed to take me to alternative planes and dimensions unknown where at times I wasn't sure I was going to make it out alive yet not afraid to die...WOW

NevillePark

11/18/2012

I wondered where we were going the "minute" I saw him disappearing and reappearing from behind the waves. I was kinda getting a writers rush as we went along. The subject itself - with the stories of survival-by-determination ... almost beyond reason, has always fascinated me. ..It's different than scaling the mountain but similar in the motivation behind it -perhaps Thanks, glad you enjoyed it..

Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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