Poetry: Literature that evokes a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience or a specific emotional response through language chosen and arranged for its meaning, sound, and rhythm.
There exists a separate place, a separate reality. In the heat of the desert, Under the scorch of the sun, Exists a place of peace. This place is built as the foundations of the earth. With the gifts of the mother and the blessings of time. It stands to greet the wind, … More A Separate Place
Up Until Now… Up until now I allowed a disconnect between my heart and my head. Up until now I could feel the big ball of emotions; my reactions to others pulsating just outside of my gut. Some feelings I could discern others would flood me there were many and so strong, I could not … More Up until now.
Grief is love with no place to go, No place but to memories, or regrets. Regret of lost opportunities, memories now memorials. Grief is love with no place to go, No place but back into what might have been or to perhaps. Perhaps grief finds a home, A home in the joy and hope of … More Grief
Fires Burn, True hearts learn, Love shines through; hero’s! The crucible of the flames, burns the dross and clears the shame. Reality comes with the crisis, Facing choices that must be made. Second guessing comes later. In a moment our future is made. Fires Burn, True hearts learn, Love shines through it’s flames.
I think I understand, Life is not a wilder-land, but a garden still. I think I understand, Not to be a preacher or teacher or a tiller of the earth, But a tiller of ones heart, of the soul, of the wonder of it all. Life is not a wilder-land but a garden one must … More Life is not a wilder-land
Trouble Forms Us Something’s formed in trouble, Something found no other place. Realizations, revelations, Change comes outside the easy space. Comforts, safety, security are often sought, Too often for our own good. The good of trouble is seldom understood. We lose ourselves in our comforts, Finding mostly idols there. We are numbed … More Trouble Forms Us.
We can not forget for we are changed. We have met the irreducible reality of death, While yet young, impressionable and engaged. We lost innocence, lost dreams, lost youth; forever Changed. Friends now are dearer, Family is dearer, Life is dearer. Time matters more, For we are changed. Why have … More Changed
Son of Pumpkin Butt You laugh? She raised a single eyebrow, inquisitively. She overweight- still inspiring reflection. The superior English instructor, my mother. “Your reach should exceed your grasp or what’s a heaven for.” Quoted she, quoting Browning the dead Englishmen of old. We have forgotten the greats, focusing rather on our selves and our … More Son of Pumpkin Butt
Dappled light with the razor’s edge of cutting shadows, Dawn has gone now; morning yet wanes. Place within my skull a new thought; a new appreciation of your work, Your hand in my life and my time. Rip away the fog and dismay that are my thoughts, My actions and plans are … More Dappled Light
My Tomb Oh God break forth once and for all. Break forth from the tomb of my doubt, Break forth from the tomb of my apprehension, The tomb of my comforts that are the cancers of my self-serving soul. Break me forth into true life! Your life glorified, in my mortal flesh, … More My Tomb, Your Life
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