Saturday in CinCity

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What I Believe
by Michael Blumenthal


I believe there is no justice,
but that cottongrass and bunchberry
grow on the mountain.

I believe that a scorpion's sting
will kill a man,
but that his wife will remarry.

I believe that, the older we get,
the weaker the body,
but the stronger the soul.

I believe that if you roll over at night
in an empty bed,
the air consoles you.

I believe that no one is spared
the darkness,
and no one gets all of it.

I believe we all drown eventually
in a sea of our making,
but that the land belongs to someone else.

I believe in destiny.
And I believe in free will.

I believe that, when all
the clocks break,
time goes on without them.

And I believe that whatever
pulls us under,
will do so gently.

so as not to disturb anyone,
so as not to interfere
with what we believe in.

Comments

  1. RudeeFebruary 28, 2009 at 1:56 PM

    Another beautiful work of art.

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  2. La FraméricaineFebruary 28, 2009 at 2:41 PM

    Hey!

    That guy swiped my beliefs!

    Thank you for putting me onto his shenanigans!

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  3. GailFebruary 28, 2009 at 4:12 PM

    Wonderful words and art!

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  4. GraceMarch 1, 2009 at 1:42 AM

    Beautiful!
    Thanks for sharing

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  5. AnonymousMarch 1, 2009 at 8:23 AM

    Oh, that I could ease my heart as Michael Blumenthal eases his with these wise and wonderful words! Thanks for that "you're not alone" poem.

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  6. DucktaMarch 1, 2009 at 3:42 PM

    Magnanimously mystifying my mellow most mingled mind. I loved the poem because it makes you think. Thank you.

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  7. maninthemoonherbsMarch 1, 2009 at 6:42 PM

    I have tears for these truths.

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  8. Viewtiful_JustinMarch 2, 2009 at 6:15 AM

    I love the sentiment about time going on after all the clocks are broken. That's beautiful.

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  9. AnonymousMarch 2, 2009 at 7:38 AM

    Text an image are soulful...very creative!

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  10. LoriMarch 2, 2009 at 8:13 PM

    Wow! This is most thought provoking. Very beautiful. Thanks for posting. I love all the neat art work!

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  11. RoshMarch 3, 2009 at 7:21 AM

    This is an amazing poem. Very thought provoking indeed :-)

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  12. nfmgirlMarch 3, 2009 at 4:41 PM

    Beautiful poem. Thank you for that.

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  13. Count SneakyMarch 3, 2009 at 7:43 PM

    This is a fine blog.Very creative and free-rangeing.
    Count Sneaky

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  14. Count SneakyMarch 3, 2009 at 7:43 PM

    This is a fine blog.Very creative and free-rangeing.
    Count Sneaky

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  15. Gena7March 4, 2009 at 4:19 AM

    Verses force to think. Beautifully. Thanks. I am not able to speak English, but almost all have understood. At myself in a blog I represent verses and songs of Russian poets which to me managed to be found in English.
    The blog only has opened. Specify my errors if it is not difficult. Thanks.

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