Tagged: transcendental poetry

Poem: If One Could Add the Entirety

If one could add the entirety of what we can see and what we can’t — the supplicant on a rant, the matter dark, unknowable, a bitterness that’s stowable – what we would have to examine are children wrenched by famine, a panoply of catastrophes, like man-made war, and disease.   We would also deign...

Poem: The Difference

The difference ‘tween him and he appears at first randomly in mutations rare results unfair blessing him with ignorance cursing he with intelligence.     If a plan there be we fail to see what force of kindness manufactured blindess to that which pulses like the breast of pigeondoves and marmosets. The one who looks...

Poem: Changeable

Chameleons are cute what with their changing colors and all that adorableness ready-made for advertising campaigns but when hunting they are less charming more like their brutish brethren that merely slither unblinking and expressionless the toughest poker pedant to take an oath Hippocratic or otherwise you would not find the same cute chameleon quite so...

Poem: Minor Miracles

Looking at the sun and hearing the yellowrumped warblers I realized conclusively today that all of this Everything is a miracle All this Life Please begin enumerating counting to 300 billion and perhaps When you reach the end of your Time here On yes this miracle of the galaxy You will know the truth like...

Poem: Too Many Books

Too many books Not enough readers Too many poems Not enough heeders   You say you want answers You say want leaders You pray for salvation At the Church of St. Peter   Ask for forgiveness Ask and repent Ask for an ending To ongoing Lent   Something like calm Something like grace Something to...

Poem: Absolution

Forgive me Wash it all away The sins and unpleasantries that have soiled my otherwise pristine existence. Rid them. Scour and scald if you must. Scrub. Make magnificently clean the miasma of my missteps. Heal. Mend. But mostly clean. Absolve. Purify – and not in the mendacious greed-modeled sense of “purified,” as in Water from...

Poem: Instead of Telling

Let me show you my gift. Telling has been discouraged. If it hadn’t, I would be telling you that I can see into the future, years ahead. Instead I shall show you my alleged gift, and I’ll hope, as I always do when I remember, that what I share will be useful to you. I...