less than messianic arrival at forgone conclusions

By Jonas

a friend once gave me a couple marbles
told me it was important not to lose them
one was all white, newish and smooth
rather shiny in the sun
the other, an old chipped piece of deep purple glass
opaque and barely round
i'm thinking about this in the high desert in early spring
where the sharp wind turns the slanted sun's beams into ice-cream

in the high air it's hard to catch your breath
snow at the feet of sujaros
and wide open skies

wide open skies

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Published on Thursday, February 12, 2004. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "less than messianic arrival at forgone conclusions"

On Sunday, February 29, 2004, Mistress Morbid (405) wrote:

I love marbles, nice poem.
On Thursday, February 26, 2004, Stranger (263) wrote:

Every time I read the final line of this poem I get a chill; every time! Just read it again. Another chill. See. And again. Just creepy. Cool. But creepy.
On Friday, February 13, 2004, Jaded Jezzabelle (328) wrote:

I live in the desert....nothing like desert when the sun rises or in early spring..sun shines so bright but its still not hot....i liked the way you jumped from one sub to something completly diff and it worked...
On Friday, February 13, 2004, Exodus (172) wrote:

wow....very beautiful....i like the offbeat sense of it....great write!
On Thursday, February 12, 2004, KittyStryker (710) wrote:

i really like this. it's serene, slightly wry and ponder-full.
On Thursday, February 12, 2004, capt_funguy (777) wrote:

20 years ago , i lived in nevada for a couple of years ... 13 , and 14 years old --- i saw this then , and now i see it again .... thankyou sir for the wide open reminder - funguy
On Thursday, February 12, 2004, purr_verse (1052) wrote:

yeah, i walked the purple marble line too... beautifully observed piece, beautifully written... simultaneous sensations of space and introspection. excellent. purr
On Thursday, February 12, 2004, flying_fox (571) wrote:

Fish, this is wonderful. The old chipped purple one would have been my favourite, and I love the line "where the sharp wind turns the slanted sun's beams into ice-cream". Just wonderful. FF