Sand Blown Poet Free verse

Watch Out For the Edges

got pigeon holed early in an obstacle race
called a fifties town culture and army base

[...nuns...ex colonels and sergeants for teachers...]

died many deaths but weathered the scars
mind can hold now what's as far as the stars

[...beyond the books...the preachers...]

arrived at a philosophy of fractal phenomenology
truth and what's true being more than mythology

[...got one foot in the abstract...the other's in this grave...]

this chain we call existence has a few restrictions
reality's construct base is inherent contradiction

[...walkin...need a cane now...watchin...the world slowin again...]


stan sand

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Shirley Rebstock August 18, 2019 at 5:46 PM Very well written and expressive. Sand Blown August 19, 2019 at 11:51 AM thanks...actually it's not the world that's slow'n (that was years ago when 'i' speeded up to get ahead...it's me : )

Gershon Wolf July 12, 2019 at 11:04 AM Head and eyes in the cosmos, feet firmly planted here on Earth, or something akin to that... I like the way you told the story of your (mind's) life here, Stan. Amazing that you did so in just 12 lines, four of them parenthetical. Awesome, dude! Best wishes, Gershon Sand Blown July 12, 2019 at 11:39 AM thanks man...you're too kind...lol : )

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart July 11, 2019 at 3:39 PM I really like this one Stan. xomo Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart July 11, 2019 at 10:25 PM Me too ;), Sand Blown July 11, 2019 at 6:10 PM thanks...sometimes it might be hard to tell what the heck i'm rambling about