Ian McArthur

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Inexhasutible Curiosity - Poem by Ian McArthur

If I lived beneath the sea
I could not quench the thirst in me
Of this burning thing, I am not free.

I would cross the desert sands
crawling with my cracking hands
It all to find My holy lands.

To clear myself of garbled tongue
They'd know me as the man who sung,
even till the gallows, hung.

I'd sputter in a violent flow
A need for air, and have it grow
to have one answer for me to know-

-And wash upon a rocky shore
scalding in the sun once more
A few more questions, just a score.

I'd take up arms against the bear
and from his nose pull every hair
If I could see the answers there.

If answers were the dragon's Hoard
I'd stall until the big beast snored
and steal the treasure from its lord.

My questions are like waves or arrows
The gaps between the metal narrows
hitting even all the little sparrows.

Yet if I could be inside a cloud...
I'm very sure I'd scream aloud
knowing below to soon be ploughed!

Ever if suspended by a fraying rope
Too far to fall and have a hope
I'd ask why does a cliff not have a slope! ?

But still I have this burning thing
that makes me need to cringe and sing
and question all of everything.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 3, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, December 3, 2010


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