Reminiscent the sensational tales
Santa calling
How incredible
I had no idea what was coming
Just before the count of forty
Omnipotent
Walking among us
Living with us
In us
Martian
Of the thirty-ninth hour
`
He must have seen when I was sleeping
Known I was awake
When he showed up
Not that I knew the difference
Between the two
Life and sleep were synonyms
By the count of thirty-eight
Misery mundane
All hope definitively seared
Sealed in sleep
As to whether I had been bad or good
Bad was the word
Made perfect sense
Under cause effect
Especially
`
I rose in slow motion
Alive
As sun’s radiant rays bathed me anew
New lease glow
Halfway in reality
Halfway in dream land
Some moments are strange
Others stranger than fiction
Mine fell in neither
For the touch of mars
Defies all definition
I knew it best
Forty years
Minus two
Later
`
So in the turmoil of life
I will watch and pray one more hour
Stilling my soul
Bearing patiently
You never know
Never just know
At that moment of utter resignation
When day is almost gone
And all is lost
He may just come calling
Santa
Martian
Of the thirty-ninth hour
Mighty
Personal
Sovereign
Epitome of care
Before time
Making all things new
I know this to be truth
The whole truth
And nothing
But the truth
`
© The Blazing Trail 2014
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The Blazing Trail 
Hmm…I read this three times. I never do that.
I admire your restraint and the control it gives you. This poem would have galloped away from a less deftly employed short leash.
I might not be getting it right – but inter-twining Santa Claus, a Martian and…is it the Messiah? – strikes me as a perfect American theology. You infuse a genuine shudder of awe, or at least the possibility of awe into a framework of humor: not easy to do. I mean “He must have seen when I was sleeping/known I was awake” is inherently hilarious, yet as the reader moves on, the line becomes…not so funny.
And just when you think “Oh this is about that prayer we all pray when the day is lost and images of whatever is divine don’t matter” – we’re suddenly taking a legal oath we weren’t ready for. And that’s funny!
I admire this poem, and it I have gotten it completely wrong, well, it won’t be the first time. I can only plead to being a lunkhead and thank you again for writing it.
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Dear Claire
You have a way with words, better still, your imagination! Simply hilarious! Thanks for visiting,truly glad to meet you. I do not want to add a single word to the image you’ve painted. You captured its spirit so well…gave a whole deal of depth and perspective, thanks. Thirty eight years is a long time to be waiting for something…anything! No one agrees better than that ancient pool, surrounded by five colonnades…yes five covered colonnades…where it all happened!
Thanks again and See you around!
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fab
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Thanks!
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