A poem by Stan Raines
The God of Many Words
Talks long into the night
Praising the savory smokes
Burning at his feet
And the many libations
Falling into his cup.
He so adores his many children
And whispers his praise in their ears
Sings boldly of the terrors to come
Loss and loss and loss
All slipping from moistened fingers
Dropping into the sand
Painting the pictures of their lives
Before flying in the wind.
A mere pause in the story,
The words he weaves around us
A lovely bulrush skiff
That shows no sign
Of the Whitewater just passed.
Sail on then, in a joy of words made easy.
Sail on, sail on, sail on.
3 responses so far ↓
1 Gene Novo // May 23, 2008 at 8:18 am
5 23 08 a.m. Stan, Even in the morning’s paste and humidity, your latest raised those chilly goose-bumps! You are so good, and you more than have the right to say, “I’m giving a reading, me alone, and if you want to hear a damn good poet, attend!”
I hope you’re keeping all the Nunnayerbuizness submissions for some special moments/print-outs …. But you, Stan, are the current king among various members of your court, right down to the jesters and peasants beyond the moat!
Paz Pan Salud,
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky
Brownsville
2 Stan // May 23, 2008 at 4:42 pm
Thank you, Gene. You are the most supportive person I’ve met and, one of the most inspirational. I suspect I might not have attached so quickly to the Writers Forum had it not been for your deep and felt praise.
I think this was my inner Tevya talking again. I had a period a couple of years ago when God and I were in constant argument about our mutual natures.
The matter is still undecided.
3 Jack // May 23, 2008 at 9:31 pm
Gene, I should have said this while your table-in-the middle post was still front page, but I’ll do it now. You and I are very different people politically and philosophically, but your story reminds me that we do have something in common. We’re both somewhere in the middle between the sweat-drenched, beer and nacho, blue collar gang and the fashion concious, wine and cheese academic clique. And we both love literature. And none of us would have anything interesting to say to each other if we were all cookie cutter thinkalikes in a mutual admiration society. Viva la difference!
Your friend,
Jack
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