If you dismiss
romantic writings
as insipid or vacant
or banal,
I won’t say
“what’s poetry
without love?”
I’ll ask
“what’s love
without poetry?”
Firestone Friday: Poem XI
Without your touch,
I forget my place.
And I find my world barren
absent your embrace.
Without you, I am lonely
with a loneliness that kills.
But with you, darling,
I’m lonelier still.
Christmas: On Commercial Celebration
But how much
ribbon
does it take
to make ends meet?
Christmas: On Joy
Unmerited love
and joy unforeseen,
in the glow of your fire,
my soul is evergreen.
Christmas: On Harmony
May peace reign
and harmony fill the halls;
may our hopes rise
as the glittering snow falls.
On Romantic Novels
I used to read
romance novels
in a fit of fantasy,
living through the characters,
indulging in their dalliance.
Now I read them
as a sort of tragedy;
tales of two lovers
who will never experience
that look in your eyes.
Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XI
She’s a brilliant moon
and, oh,
how I long for the night.
Touchstone Tuesday: Poem VII
Like an
enchanting poem,
I will go over you
again and again
until I’ve memorized
even
the
spaces.
On Fire
As I think about you,
it takes
less and less oil
to light myself
on fire.
Firestone Friday: Poem X
Literature and love
perform much the same:
a flowery dressing,
a crafted seduction,
and an uncovering
that makes the reader
to quiver.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings 