Commentary and Philosophy Poetry posted October 28, 2015

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A chapter in the book To Cherish Thorns

To Gather No Moss

by michaelcahill

To Gather No Moss   the stillness of the river stirs the butterflies inside this stone alone amongst the many the clinging has already begun and moss grows   we tie together and start to tether as though the current were a bad thing an evil thing   this bed here this bed we dig into where we lean against each other and pretend we are one thing   this bed is not for me   I leap for the current even as I hear the cries of "NO!" and sure, maybe a whisper or two regrets my absence but it's the space and the buttress that most bemoan   I see a bend in the river and make my escape rolling ever on it seems the moss fades as do the memories of it growing   the trap is no more   I find myself alone in the sand nothing grows on me here nothing binds me   I've found what I sought and endless time to contemplate it

Writing Prompt Write a poem based on a cliché or oft repeated phrase. It can support the premise of the cliché or dispute it. You might discuss a notion we take for granted and even dispute it. Perhaps you have an answer to a riddle we assume has no answer. "What came first, the chicken or the egg?" This can be humorous or serious. Any form of poetry, no prose. Why does a chicken cross the road? Is a bird in the hand worth two in the bush? As the tree is bent so is the twig inclined ... true? History is doomed to repeat itself. I think, therefore, I am. Butter! Parkaaaaayyyyy ... The only thing certain is death and taxes ... hmmm ... nothing else? The wages of sin is death. A stitch in time saves nine. (I have no idea what that means.) Blonds have more fun. Women should be barefoot, pregnant and in the kitchen. AHHH! It's on now!!! Pick a cliché or oft quoted phrase and include it in your author's notes. Present your piece however you wish. There's no restrictions on presentation, length, form or style. It must be poetry and not prose, that's the only rule. May the best man win. To the victor goes the spoils. You can't win if you don't compete. It isn't whether you win or lose, it's how you play the game. I am not on steroids! For the committee: To make it easy on you (for a change), there's no telling how some of our members might interpret this. :)) If it's a poem, it can pass!

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