Category Archives: Poetry

Sunday

Without obligation planned:an early rise—we haven’t need.A swift clean, after first stand;out the door before we feed— immanent is the real food.Elevator descendedbefore a prompt turn just outthe door—road quickly ended—now a right to stay the route. City’s in its normal mood, though my steps along: diff’rent.For today, no rushing pace;need no great energy spentinContinue reading “Sunday”

Quiet Nights

Für meine Liebe Ever unsure of what we ought to do!Imagination always running dry,As plans we try and make, just me and you.Perchance could we drive, train, or even fly;Or just a night at home—we get so few! I think we’ve still a half-bottle of wine,The balsamic—grab—oil, and romaine—Lefto’ers, the main dish upon which weContinue reading “Quiet Nights”

Serious Play

Love creates by expressingEach blessing,AddressingAll man may feel distressing.Though such grace did he reduceTo mere use;With abuse:The eternal makes no truce.Thinking freedom to be foundWithout bound—Fate confound—Only bondage did abound.The man of utility:Never free;Strapped is heBy tall demands of Beauty.‘Hear the song writ in your heart,My own art;Now’s your part:Any time you want to start.’RememberContinue reading “Serious Play”

Mark 2:1-12

For the Second Sunday of the Great Fast Thanks to word causing a hum,Do they come. Capernaum, The place where he’s teaching from.Travelling with great hurt and zeal –All can feelEmpyrealPowers that are said to heal.Four men carrying a friend To portendHe attendTo a body needing mend. First, to be cleansed of sin – AllContinue reading “Mark 2:1-12”

The Fathers’ Source

With love, looking upon his own image – Set now, so small, within another’s face –He feels his heart grow weak, without courage;For evil, he’d no prior need to chase. But see that chaos, known only beforeThe unbegotten force decreed His will,Was made a home for every beast and boar,As He valleys set ‘tween each risingContinue reading “The Fathers’ Source”

The Terrible Noise

Heavy does rest stillness when one’s alone;Leaving the world apart, now lesser known. But do we truly leave? For it follows us in, that horrible sound of it allthat ever emits from dawn to nightfall; yet – no less – so in darkness, it swallowsup anything refusing to conform.Locked here within, no possible retreat, toContinue reading “The Terrible Noise”

The Lighthouse

For Shavi, a friend and ikon     Orion protects starry skies each night –    Giving liberal light with that horse and bear –    Their beauty calling eyes to gaze aright,     Granting both wonder and direction fair.     Yet, despite ever luminous powers,     They reveal not all dangers of the dark;     For itContinue reading “The Lighthouse”

The Smog

Early morning – the usual coffeeis enjoyed with the sight of this concretejungle. Man’s power on display as weoverturn landscapes – a near godly feat.Yet now, with curtains drawn, there is nothingto meet the eye but smog. Enrobed in mist,human ingenuity vanishingfrom the mind, doubting if it did exist. Nature, never one to speak directly,concealsContinue reading “The Smog”