Blink: A Poem in Decades
2020 You thought you knew how time flew (or flies) “Something is born. Then it dies.” But 7, 5, and 2 they are, Burning wildly as the stars. Where do these moments go that we find? Into the currents of a holy Mind.
There had been nothing but air. Openness gave itself to shape In the eyes of the orioles. And the building commenced. Shards of grass came first, Some blunted at both ends, Some pointed. Strand upon strand, Woven with tact and needle beak, Sewing with their face fronts. The shape slowly took the glory of concreteness. […]
They’ve brined the streets, Dusted the face of the asphalt with white. The frozen wind is whipping, tree canopies tipping, White brick houses standing steady and ready for snow. They’ve brined the streets, Pale blue crystals winking at the sun. The dogs are all indoors, sleeping on the floors, Paws down in the sun, dreaming […]
I know many people who think it is a “sin” to post or read poetry online. But I know from experience that the potency of language isn’t restricted by one medium. The poems I share here I hope will be a blessing to you and will travel in your memory, lifting high the great Poet […]