Friend, fellow poet, and generally inspiring person, Kelly Belmonte, supplies today’s poetry offering. Read, share, like…the works.
National Poetry Month is almost over! Today, I leave aside my daily Haiku to offer this one. A meditation of post-resurrection curiosity.
After the tomb
When blood, still damp, soaked through
the sleeves of shrug-shoulder’d men,
did you cry for their laughter?
Were your accusers held in sleep
when Mary’s shaking hands
held fast your plundered feet?
How long before bewildered men
and doting women find again
their reasons for remonstrance?
Will a miracle suffice
to fill the gaps in minds too young
not to lust for proof?
Were the angels surprised
to find their silenced songs
reignited for their fittest subject?
Did you know these walls would
only remind you of this one, unending breath?
This one effortless act for one so bored of death?
Thursday, April 25, 2019
My daily offering for National Poetry Month is from a young colleague of mine, Anneliese Myers. She is a talented, up and coming poet and writer.
Read. Read again. Like, share, the works!
Some nights I find you
Some nights I find you
tucked into the corner
of a dream,
like you were something
so dear, that I put you
some safe place
where I might chance
upon you every so often
to love you and
to smile at you again.
Like the photograph
in my silver locket,
like the dog-eared page
in my favorite book.
Tuesday, April 23, 2019
Today’s beautifully arresting poem comes from the hand of our Celtic soul friend, Tadhg. Drink deeply friends.
It’s Eastertide, and for some it’s a long weekend holiday, a time to ‘recharge’ those ‘batteries’, to relax and enjoy the first blooms of Spring, as temperatures rise.
Here’s a poem, a prayer, a blessing just for you – because I care, and welcome you as you faithfully read my blog. And so, the following words are penned so that you and yours might enjoy this Spring season, this time of new life, hope and renewal
In the busy-ness of life,
may you find the quiet repose of the Source of All,
and be blessed.
May the love of Life itself
fill your soul
with the energy of a thousand flowing streams.
May the love of Mary, the archetypal Mother,
pervade every gentle activity
of yours today.
May the Sun’s smile
reside in your heart, the hearth of your being
to seal you as one of His own.
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I’ve always been a sucker for great English poets, or as some might call them, dead white guys. I thought this might be a wonderful offering for NaPoWrMo today.