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 not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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