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February 4, 2011

Magpie #51

by jhon baker

I’ve never fallen to my knees
     and prayed to God;
tumbling on loose cobblestones
in old town squares,
I’ve spilled coffee over my shoes
but not often new ones.

perplexed but not quite daunted
or reversed stretching out at the frailty
     and being only man among men,
     poets.

2.
walk with me,
though I do not walk so much as sway, pitch
or stagger.

walk with me,
though I shall be muted, scarcely
swinging my arms at the sides.

walk with me,
though hell I walk, ancient seraphim
in ash and agony.

walk with me,
though hell is too wide for eidetic
narrative.
 
– Hoc Scripsi

image by Tess at Magpie Tales #51

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February 2, 2011

beginning of Year 2

by jhon baker

Here it is at my one year anniversary and I’ve been out for the past nearly seven hours clearing the drive and digging out 1 of 2 vehicles. I am exhausted and going to go lay down.
I might post later on, I might not. We shall see how the evening progresses.

a poem though –

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hors de combat
        for the dead and dying; to you, I bow low.
it is another footprint we
leave in death, last
of our own,
another in the scores
of the bewildered mourners.
you did not break form when
abandoning the body,
exchanging it to worms for dirt.
those left shall make new footprints
from remembrance of you.
leaving fading impressions in the grass.
– Hoc Scripsi

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February 1, 2011

a comment reposted.

by jhon baker

Have I ever mentioned that I studied philosophy with a mind to be come a philosopher – instead going to fine arts as the job prospects were the same while the papers I had to write were less. I am reminded of this when I read blogs like Weaving the Moon today and I comment thusly:

now involves so many things, past present and future all tied into a non-linear fashion, how can one focus on the now without proper regard to a timeless essence permeating the outskirts of consciousness?

of course my bent of philosophy is tempered by my poetic style but there you go. That is my thought for the day.
I was awake last night fairly late and begun work on a magpie write, that’ll be tomorrow probably or later today. Who knows? I don’t know what I should post for tomorrow as it is my one year anniversary of blogging. I’ve damn near made a year! unless I perish while snow-throwing on my tractor today a year will be accomplished.

I can be proud of myself now.

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