Tag: Poetry

These ruins for the future

Across from the Colosseum I romanticized the past, Like I could be a part of something. I could align with ruins that remain. I have seen it. And I’ll show them. Although, it was beautiful. Building blocks, today, are shaped; half-directed by life, half-directed…

We Talked

It was night, but the door was open. You saw me look through a latticed gate. You always said that you had known then. You had the stories to conflate. You weren’t burdened to understand. I was whole from your side. The metal blocks, a…

Never Certain

“We unknowingly live out this resistance to being known in much of our lives, not the least of which is in our religious practice, as demonstrated by our obsession with knowing and believing the right things about God, about Jesus, about our theology, and…

The days

Trevi Fountain. Rome, Italy

If I bring new fruit with arms full, would past secede to dawning? If I hide my form in capricious tulle, would you accept the conning? If I bow my head like strangers meet, am I an untried Miss? This trifle I’ll do, but…

This Intimacy

Trevi Fountain. Rome, Italy

He said to him, “You can do this.” So he then thought, “Well, if this has been done …” He said to him, “I have done this.” So then he thought, “I am allowed to try.” He said to him, “This is my reason.”…

Speaking

Flowers from event at Wesley United Methodist Church in Alexandria, VA

Two people were in a relationship when one was speaking. Every choice was discussed; again one was speaking. Actions present here created with a distant mind. Control and freedom within one was speaking. Happy and silence are cherished for love and reward. Fearing thoughts since a…

Incorporated

from Letters and Papers from Prison By Dietrich Bonhoeffer: “I will write to you in Italy about the Song of Solomon. I would in fact read it as a song about earthly love, and that is probably the best ‘christological’ interpretation.” Rightly do they love….

In the thought of the marrows

Photo of log at Roux 61 in Baton Rouge, LA

“GOD guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone; He that sings a lasting song Thinks in a marrow-bone;” – from A Prayer For Old Age – Poem by William Butler Yeats, 1935. The completeness of being happy did not have…