Finally it ends
Laying in the darkness thinking
Sleep’s demand winnin
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Category: Free Verse
Most everything that isn’t a haiku or tanka falls into this category lately. Subject to change, of course.
Sleep’s Demands
Finally it ends
Laying in the darkness thinking
Sleep’s demand winnin
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An Unconventional Life
My life’s been lived
At a right-angle
To reality
I’ve always valued originality over all else.
Violence Bets Violence
A message from the bishop of my Synod in response to the recent horror in Las Vegas :
Violence begets violence.
Peace begets peace!
We must be about peace.
+ Bishop Kirby Unti
I found this a perfectly poetical statement, and a powerful part of his email introducing this letter.
Writing’s Mystery
Amusing
How I put pen to paper
Expecting certain words
To flow gracefully
I’m always surprised
At what lands upon
The page
The definition of “Athletic”
As a youth
Athletic meant “jock”
Of which I did not align
Now things change
And I find myself
Within that fold
Strange changes
Of life
Another meditation about depression
Depression
Dismantling me
From the inside out
The Freshman Suicide
A freshman committed
Suicide
Died last night,
I hear the wail
Of robbed potential,
The silent home
A room, empty,
Where homework
Should be studied,
Driving lessons
Rehashed,
Proms planned,
Eventually weddings, childbirth
Joyful transition
Parent
To grandparent,
Planning OUR funerals,
Not of a child.
Funerals for children
Brutal
Life is fragile.
On Writing
I entertained other paths
Other work
But this remains strong
I guess I cannot
Escape
Thus I should
Surrender
Into,
Then through,
My fear
Only I shall remain
Listening to Compline
Sitting in dim light
Not darkness, tranquil
People highlighted by shadow
Candle’s energy dancing
Upon faces, glinting eyes
Music carries words
Deeper than where
They’ll go
On their own power;
Calmness fills empty spots
Within my soul
Refreshed and
Birthed anew
Seattle’s St. Marks cathedral has hosted compline for decades. Sung evening prayer has roots deep in Christian liturgy and the Anglican tradition. These speak to me deeply, especially in candlelit halls of stone.