Poem -
the clock the mirror + the wind.
I don't like god I said.
And nobody heard
because no one was there cept
The face that I wore and
The other face there
and she shot me a stare
From the mirror you daft thing
T'were only me heard
while the clocked ticked
indignant
and the wind growled...absurd!!
But apart from the mirror the
wind and the clock
t'were only the silence that ticked
as it tocked cos,
not one god came down
To rebuke my great sin
So I glared at my face and,
I said it again...
I don't like god.
I said.
M ~
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This one really rolls, like it should. A spoken poem! To read aloud to yourself.
Ah...thankyou Rory....maybe I'll whisper it...just in case HE is listening lol x
😆 you're under arrest, Marion. For crimes against the state. How do you pleed?
😆😆😆...guilty I'm afraid but I hope the big man in the sky has a sense of humour and promotes freedom of speech!! 😃🤩😊
Now anything is possible.
Time turns my heresy into Gospel.
Theme for nice guy. Paul Dempsey
At times this whole life thing just seems like a cruel trick!
I agree...I hope death isn't going to be the same! Thanks John x
From a psychoanalytical perspective clocks and mirrors have a deep symbolic meaning .. and as for the wind .. there's nowt a lot one can do about it except maybe take a few deep breaths and tighten ya buttocks while the visitors are present ..
On a more serious note .. very muchly enjoyed our Marion :) x
Thankyou....can I plead sanity by saying its just a write lol....mind you...you got me googling mirrors and clocks 🙂🙃😃🥰
Now that just aint cricket, is it .. x
Look...all I want to know is
am I crazy? Would save me a lot of googling. Replies on a postcard.
🤩😃😆
”I don't like god.”
I must admit that your open line here, grabbed me immediately.
I had no choice but to investigate your thoughts.
‘Speaking of thoughts.. I wished some of mine were never born.
‘Super cool stuff.
Ah...thoughts are fleeting and change with the wind...let them come Wilford, the mind should be free...hugs x