Smoky Hoss

Gold Star - 14,212 Points (01 may 1962 / U.S.A.)

Unenclosed - Poem by Smoky Hoss

Fine lines
Passing through time,
Invisible features
Outside of the mind.

The door has a frame,
The house a roof;
Man craves description as purest proof -
At the core of it all: desire wondering...
does God have a name?

So go out, to the ends of the earth,
Pull the nails, and pick the locks -
With words travelled well, find...
God was never in the box.


Comments about Unenclosed by Smoky Hoss

  • (6/15/2011 12:00:00 PM)

    This is clever and intriguing with the most delicious rhymes..my kind of poetry! :) (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 11, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 16, 2011


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