Image by © Chris Galford.
Closed eyes embrace
Riveted in fire like
Old angels lacquered
With the doubt—
They will come to call it,
It lies heavy on the backs
That would toil clouds
Circumvent the sense of it,
Armani dreams, Gucci heart
Wing-tipped longing stands
Fleshy and forgotten.
Icarus saw this
* My latest work for One Shoot Sunday. Based on the images I provided this week when I graffiti’d One Stop. Yes, that’s right – my travels around Lansing have yielded a great deal of graffiti photos, and this week we decided to plaster this little offering of rebel-art up for all you fellow poets to pour over. So have a look, see what catches your fancy, and enjoy!
Harold Camping - the man who predicted the end of the world. And got it wrong. Again. Image care of Wikimedia Commons.
This week I have a bundle of quotes for you, as the previous week extolled in me a need for some reason up in here.
Rapture has come and passed according to those who believed it – other Christian groups actually had members outside gatherings of these people to comfort them in their realizations – and so I thought it a good time to address not only faith, but to leave you with a little commentary on society…
“He who has faith has… an inward reservoir of courage, hope, confidence, calmness, and assuring trust that all will come out well – even though to the world it may appear to come out most badly. “
“Faith must be enforced by reason…When faith becomes blind it dies.”
“Faith and doubt both are needed – not as antagonists, but working side by side to take us around the unknown curve. “
“I think we risk becoming the best informed society that has ever died of ignorance.”
never had its
season in the papers,
but its obituary was
* My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! The style used here is known as Cinquain, a five-line stanza form containing twenty-two syllables, in the sequence: 2, 4, 6, 8, 2. The form was invented by Adelaide Crapsey (1878-1914), an American poetess. Once you’ve had a look, check out some of the other One Shot Poets as well– they’re a skilled bunch of poets, looking to form a community and support one another. Enjoy!
not unbecoming in its being
Unwilling Man still feels
coursing through black Unwillingness
if I cannot will thought to being
Renouncing willingness of being
this Existence of Convenience.
My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! Once you’ve had a look, check out some of the other One Shot Poets as well– they’re a skilled bunch of poets, looking to form a community and support one another. Enjoy!