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Obsessing Still

Obsessing Still

 

In my youth I was obsessed

The automobile and its awesome power

Owned me

Its only rival the music that

Moved me

Or… were they partners in the game 

Both have ceased to call to me

 

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Breathing deep of the unseen rose

While gazing at silhouettes on smooth water

As daylight bows to night

 

In the void, seeking; sometimes finding

Blessed inner peace

Wanting nothing more

Hoping for nothing less

Obsessing on its promised caress

All else… scattering in the road

Behind me

 

Now and then, glancing up to the mirror

Watching… as the silent movie plays

Parts and pieces bouncing and tumbling

Into the muddy ditch of the past

Once filled with the raging waters

Of my life

 

Copyright © 2012 C. Mashburn

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Still…

I’m writing another book. It’s about love. And this morning, as I discussed what I’ve written so far with Sherry, an old country song slipped into my mind; “Still”, by Bill Anderson. As lines from the song began to drift through my mind, I told Sherry I felt as though God was singing them to me. Of course, I went straight to the internet and found the song, and as I listened to it, I cried. I cried because I can’t understand how God could still love me after all these years and all I’ve done. But He does.

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Still, by Bill Anderson. <— Click here to listen to the song

Just A Man <— My newest book of encouragement

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Obsessing… Still

Obsessing Still

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My first new car. I still dream about it sometimes; finding it in an old barn, maybe.

In my youth I was obsessed

The automobile and its awesome power

Owned me

Its only rival the music that

Moved me

Or were they partners in the game 

Both have ceased to call to me

 

And yet… I find myself obsessing still

But now… with being still

Absorbing silence

Breathing deep of the rose

Rendered odorless by man’s fumbling desire

To make things “better”

 

In the void, seeking; sometimes finding

Blessed inner peace

Wanting nothing more

Hoping for nothing less

Obsessing on its promised caress

All else… scattering in the road

Behind me

 

Now and then, glancing up to the mirror

Watching… as the silent movie plays

Parts and pieces bouncing and tumbling

Into the muddy ditch of the past

Once filled with the raging waters

Of my life

 

Copyright © 2012 C. Mashburn

 

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The Muted Movie Plays

Last Thursday, Chazinator had us writing about machines, and while commenting on another poet’s entry, I was inspired to write the following. That seems to happen a lot these days; the talented folks at dVerse Poets Pub are an inspiring group of writers! This one is my entry for Open Link Night #44. I hope you enjoy it! Read the rest of this entry »

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When the Music Stops

The Saturday prompt presented by Stu over at dVerse Poetics this week is: OUR Music. The following is where my mind went this morning when I sat down to write about the subject. It starts with a familiar occurrence, and ends with… well, you’ll have to read it to find that out. Read the rest of this entry »

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