Petals touched with frozen steel
Caught in the repose of flight
Drift upon my heart. A voice
That pierces through the winter breeze,
Cuts me with its frostbite gleam
So soft and warm a death, for snow.
(9 February 2017)
It’s been much too long since I’ve shared any of my poetry with you all. 🙂
(And doing so reminds me that I need to write more, so I thank you for your readership.)
Random question for discussion: in the Owl City song “Fireflies”, Adam Young sings that he gets “a thousand hugs from ten thousand lightning bugs”. Does this mean all 10,000 of them hug him a thousand times, totaling 10,000,000 hugs, or do only 1/10 of them hug him so that 1,000 refers to the net total of the hugs? Discuss amongst yourselves. (If you follow me on Twitter, you already know the answer, but I’m curious to hear all of your best, most emphatic, (il)logical-sounding answers.)
May the peace of Christ be with you now and always.
Thus turns the world to sleep
Like the thoughts, revolving
Behind my eyelids
I see you, there
And I shut them so much the tighter
For I hear a thousand voices
Intone so bright a chord
I know I could never quite dance
Suitably, to such a song.
Thus I clench my fists around
and they fall,
Broken, to circumstance
And to some future skyline,
Forgotten like a picture book.
How could I ever dream of days
Filled with anything but despair
And false wells to drown in
except for You.
a ray: simplicity
Ebullient and towering and glorious
And altogether baffling
For countless are the days
I've spent, floundering in puddles
Of my own design, silencing
The whispered corners of my mind.
You do not forsake me
the words I claim are rubble
They all will fade to retrospect
As dust, beside You.
Your words are all that I shall ever need.
Not the prettiest type in the world, but until I find a better way to preserve the structure, it’ll suffice. 🙂
Ooh, I need a song to leave y’all with, don’t I… So here’s a song about the Transfiguration. Because, why not have a song about the Transfiguration? So there you go. And it’s pretty.
Good old Sufjan never lets us down…
I hope that wherever you may be this evening, dear reader, that you are feeling the peace and joy of Christ that thaws every winter into spring. (Maybe it won’t for a little longer if you’re up north. But He will. Just you wait. 😉
if I paint the skyline
too close, and
force red and black
to define the pathways
you weave in the sky,
throw my paintbrush
to earth. sometimes
i bind myself to it
one foot in front
of the other, begin
with a single
(7 August 2015)
No need to bother with the last five minutes of this one. Unless you’re really bored or find it soothing.
Catching up on some poetry here at WP… Haven’t posted much of it lately, so I thought I’d schedule some for while I’m on vacation. (If I don’t respond to comments, etc., that’s where I am.)
So without further ado… the first of three.
P.S. Lest you all think that I’m feeling lousy: a) I often write poetry just to get my feelings onto a page, and haven’t made the effort to write any bright, optimistic, observational poetry lately; b) as these written over the space of a month, they are not necessarily indicative of my current emotional state.
I mean, who am I kiddin’, I’m at the beach. Of course I’m happy! Wish you could be here too, dear reader. That would be fun. Someday when I’m rich and famous, I shall invite all you fellow bloggers to the beach, and we shall laugh and talk about thing bloggish and non-bloggish until the sunrise.
Semi Crushes Minivan
scene of the crash
fragments of sky
azure, dance across
but we smile like
have you not seen
just out of sight
laments my passing
but i step close
to find you still
smiling. so i laugh
then wave goodbye.