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Jul 2017
GOD GOES FOR A WALK

God goes

for a walk.

it is the depths of Winter

but, at a whim

he makes it

...Spring.

Because.

He can.

I also, as it happens

have gone for a walk

& am surprised by

the sudden change of

the weather. . ?

...whatever!

He is wearing a yellow

gangster style fedora.

He looks like Marlon Brando

being The Godfather.

He sports the brightest of yellow

waistcoats

which compliments

the purple shirt...purple trousers.

He strides along with His

Paisley patterned  Parisian walking stick

whistling the music of

The Spheres.

The World bows

before him.

He is well pleased

with Himself, un-

-til: He encounters me

coming towards him

dressed in a gangster style

yellow fedora

the brightest of yellow waistcoats

not to mention the purple shirt...purple trousers.

I, also, possess

a Paisley patterned  Parisian walking stick.

We nod politely

saying nothing but...

He is miffed at me

wearing His outfit and

I also miffed at Him

wearing mine!

We pass each other

God & creature.

And God...**** if He doesn't

make it Winter

on the very next step.

He was always

a Jealous God.
***

Two of my friends found themselves in that awful party situation where they turned up in the same frock and same hairstyle and same makeup. One would have thought it was done on purpose or that they had indeed been cloned. They had the good grace to laugh it off and pretended they were twins! This made me wonder what would happen if God decided to embody himself and take a walk about his world just so to see what it was like from our point of view. He choose the most outlandish style of dress( not knowing that it was exactly what I have been known to wear on many occasions )thus creating the ensuing fracas when our paths cross. Thus it is that a poem is created from the party/frock happening and an idle whim of mine as I find myself out for a perambulation. Ahhh...the mind of the walking poet...one would have thought that I would have seen a host of golden daffodils but instead into my ever walking mind came this thought. Mea Culpa!
Donall Dempsey
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Donall Dempsey  Guildford
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