James Murdock

Rookie - 0 Points (06/13/1986 / Dahlonega, GA)

Clouds And Continents - Poem by James Murdock

I’m having one of those days
One of those days in which
I may clearly observe
The purest element
Of these ancient
And ethereal hills
Spread out
Over the landscape
Through a
Skillful equilibrium
Much like the
Superbly proportioned artistry
Of a well-handled piece of
Buttered toast

This is a day in which
I may eat the earth
When no
Glistening, gushing
Expedient brook
Flows too far
Beyond notice
Neither by me
Or by him
The first-rate father
Whose dazzling arms
Rest in gentle esteem
Upon the opulence of
His own inception

I’m having one of those days
One of those days in which
The doors of cars
Of brains and automobiles
Of houses and kennels
Can all touch openness
Can all feel honesty
And sense the breath
The breath that’s gasping for
Time and spirit
A day in which
The shallow
Pond of beer
Dribbled in the
Center console
On the ride home
Last night
Becomes free
To dissipate
And is reduced to
A stain of solitude

This day the
Rotting wood panels
Which hold this
Old dwelling together
Have their shifty
Screws tightened
So that all is
Safe and solid
For one moment

I’m having one of those days again
When the scowled appearances
Of persons passed
Near sapphire street corners
Are but slim screens
Denied in their exertion
With no access to mask
A luminescence of
Soulful swagger and
An endowment of
Simple decencies
Which reside
So boldly within the
Heart and head
Of their host

On this day I am
In fluid frame
Sight extending down upon
Green valleys and
Over this transient vessel
Before stretching skyward
With the eastern wind
This wind, which swells
Tugs my presence
Upward and beyond
Until it mounts over
Clouds and continents
And the parcels of the earth
Are but phantom fragments
Which lie and work therein
For the will of the one
They cannot witness

On this day there is little
To detach
The seer and
The seen
The doer and
The deed
The honey and
The bee

This is a day when guidelines
Cannot guide
When the requirements
Of art
Are dwindled down to
Mumbling insanity
When beauty is a
Borderless thing
Which is delivered
In each moment
Upon the fearless sensation
Of untamed perception

I’m having one of those days
One of those days when
World and mind
Speak through the harmony of
Song and dance

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 2, 2013

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