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Thaw

Tired Muscles, Cortexually Speaking Straining against the ice-cold rhetoric- Spewing from a winter of discontent; alive Only because statues never die, they just Spout specious diatribes from the halls of Congress, under glaring tv lights; illuminating Lascivious lip-smacking gargoyled journalists Intent on destruction, in any way, at every Opportunity, America....but I did promise a Thaw! it was the prelude title before the title Of this penumbras poem... I need only look outside, to the nearby tree-line Tubes snaking thru the maple trees, yes! a Sugarbush! Nature is real, statues are not! My spirit seeks joy I know where to look, vaya con dios...

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Vladislav Raven

Date: 11/4/2018 9:03:00 AM

Hi James, your wonderful words lead the way in this write. I read down your words and my thoughts ask the question, "Do I want the life we have or do I want the life I wish?" Definitely the life I wish. This is a dangerous age in which we live, decisions made by others could cause great damage to the earth. There is always hope, as in your wonderful write. I love the content James. Have a wonderful Sunday. Your friend always....Mike.

James Marshall Goff
Date: 11/4/2018 11:21:00 AM

Thanks again, Mike! fresh cranberries are here from just across the river in Wisconsin! my favorite 'bitter' fruit! (equal to fresh aronia berries!)

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 10/31/2018 1:01:00 AM

Hi Jame, Another great poem and topic I find fascinating and very sad, The thaw is a coming, the climate pattern is frightening and is evident even in our lives today. Unless the word unites as one and ignores their differences, planet earth will go back to the ice age, or some human free age that's for sure! Faith, love and hope is certainly a thread through out your poem also. Very provoking. Kind regards, Jennifer.

Nette Onclaud

Date: 4/18/2018 3:03:00 PM

An age of discontent with a slight tinge of hope, jimbo... striking piece; at least we can still enjoy the gleam of a new moon... huggs

James Marshall Goff
Date: 4/18/2018 5:12:00 PM

Yes! but we missed the New Moon this last weekend in Minnesota, Nette, winter storm skies dropped 2' of fresh snow making the city come to complete stop! I was suffering cabin fever so I geared up and ventured a 3 mile walk-a-bout in a driving blizzard on the 3rd day of white-out blizzards, just to feel it & overcome! absolutely exhilarating! funny, I was the only one out! New Moon waxes tonight in clear, warming skies finally tonite! huggs back! jim

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 4/16/2018 8:50:00 AM

A true poet. I love this piece. You served the perfect cocktail I’m bothe shaken and stirred.

James Marshall Goff
Date: 4/16/2018 9:59:00 AM

Thanks Richard!

Harry Horsman

Date: 4/12/2018 9:29:00 AM

Hiya James, so good to read you again. and you describe today, perfectly, with this wonderful poetry...

James Marshall Goff
Date: 4/13/2018 7:57:00 PM

Nice to see you, Harry!

James Horn

Date: 4/8/2018 5:40:00 PM

There is a Goff construction Company here in Brunswick County, NC. Has built houses here in RiverSea Plantation. Devour Hour By Hour Duty is to devour hour by hour, Yet still be skinny in the shower; Water down run, Until I am done; Maybe he will bring me a flower. Jim Horn

James Marshall Goff
Date: 4/8/2018 9:05:00 PM

Hi James! I always wish I could write prolific like you...don't know those Goffs...made roast chicken with sweet potatoes for supper tonite, delish!

Anil Deo

Date: 3/30/2018 7:16:00 AM

Yes, Brother Man, your HEART & SPIRIT sing the thoughts from Above. Loved so many descriptors - journalists, statues - and the complexity of our contradiction in Hope. "Statues never die ... Nature is real; statues are not." Yes, Sir, we have idol and statue worshippers outside of India too. Happy Good Friday, as we die to self, so we become fruitful, in tiny measure as He. shalom, shalom and Aleluia ; Hosanna to King Jesus

James Marshall Goff
Date: 3/30/2018 7:28:00 AM

Thank you, Brother Anil! Rejoice this Good Friday in the resurrection of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ! His Faith in us energizes us all!

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 3/30/2018 4:57:00 AM

The title gives me such hope. Thank you for that! I'm ready. Your word choice is superb, James! I am looking up Cortexually right now.

James Marshall Goff
Date: 3/30/2018 7:03:00 AM

Did you see the orange glowing full moon setting this morning? Truly inspirational!

James Marshall Goff
Date: 3/30/2018 7:01:00 AM

Hi Caren! thank you for encouragement! I have a fragile ego until I see light, like most poets! collectively, we filter so much info!

Kai Michael Neumann

Date: 3/28/2018 2:58:00 AM

Thought provoking and thus a good and meaningful poem. Thank you for sharing. Kai

James Marshall Goff
Date: 3/28/2018 9:01:00 AM

Thanks again Kai!

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 3/26/2018 2:31:00 PM

- A deep writing - We must seek the real world - My spirit seeks : LOVE ... not cold statues - Great written, James :) - Luck in the contest - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

James Marshall Goff
Date: 3/26/2018 4:23:00 PM

Had not noticed the contest, Anne-Lise, thanks! why not! I entered! trying so hard to thaw out here in Minneapolis! am starting my garden plants from seed indoors this week, it will get warmer!