Worship & Waves
Tag: poetry
Staying
She pulls me
gently
down a well-worn path,
littered with ferns and old letters,
and brings me to
a flowery clearing.
“This is always where they leave,”
she says,
indicating the barren field.
“Yes,” I say,
“this is it.”
“This is what?”
“This is a perfect place
to build a home.”
In a Time of Shadow
Halloween
Breathing heavy,
I wait for light to leave the sky –
longing for your nighttime spell
a brutal, tortured tongue-tie.
You haunt me with your drawling voice
dark and yet unseen,
you disturb my foolish, failing heart
and call it Halloween.
Poetry
Poetry is for the living,
but death
is what grants it meaning,
making time so fleeting
and love so precious
that even poetry
can scarcely
touch it.
Lands Over Lands
Even if you’ve never
traveled beyond borders,
if you’ve entered
the open arms of love
or eclipsed the lighted end
of despair’s underpass,
you’ve seen
the most exotic things
this life offers.
Beauty
Is something
beautiful
because it is
unexamined —
mysterious, unique, untouched —
or is it
the exploration,
the unearthing of layers,
that makes a thing so radiant?
Pain
We reject pain,
but how
that rejection
— that indominatable spirt
to thrive against loss,
creates the most
beauty!
Appetite
But how
do you
give an
appetite
even
to my eyes?
-L.M.G.
Chaos = Interest
Do you
ever think
people
are violent
or invasive
because they don’t know
any other way
to be interesting?
-L.M.G.
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