Satisfied am I with the twisting melodies of yesterday’s yearning?
Driven am I to bedeck my mind in frivolities of yesterday’s learning?
Poking holes in theories ill-suited to soulish life
but still beholding too near my swollen strife.
* * *
Come what may, then, bestir what’s left of daytime’s faith
and mix it up and blend it till sweet to the taste.
Whirl these dervishing bedevilments and find the pearls made sand,
and make them pearls again – in heart, less than in hand.
* * *
Make the numbers match the math when teasing out the will
to sit, to silence all, the tongue, the words, and still
endure with me these acrid hours like waiting for the train
of hopeful dreaming coming soon, once more to love again.
Rob's Lit-Bits 
..’make the numbers match the math..’ Very soul-provoking.
Do you like the consonantal assonance? It’s a tribute to Gerard Manley Hopkins. He’s my hero, ya know.
Indeed I do. Don’t know GMH – nice that you have a hero, though! 🙂
Melody, trust me on this, you must read as much Hopkins as you can get your hands on. He was a Catholic priest whose poetry is almost unmatched in intensity, lexical word-play, and beauty. Read “Windhover”, “Pied Beauty”, “God’s Grandeur” just to name a few.
Now the teacher has homework? Sheesh…. 🙂 I will check him out for sure. You pique my curiosity!
That’s the fun of the arts community. We share each others’ work and biggest influences. Gotta love that.