Don't tell us what to do Or invite us to tell you our sins. We'll do what feels right, You can keep your chagrin. And your morals and standards, Your sermons on telos and ends - To first things and... Continue Reading →
I love you, Not only for what you are, But for what I am when I am with you. I love you, Not only for what you have made of yourself, But for what you are making of me. I... Continue Reading →
These curious impossible things: Happy meetings since parting won’t stick, Words spoken and silence that speaks In all the moments in between. Waiting is only the price we pay For every moment I meet your eyes, For all those moments... Continue Reading →
I cannot protect me Only store myself away; In a book, in a box, On a shelf, on the wall; Because I cannot protect me Only wait for me someday. You found the book inside the box On the... Continue Reading →
She spins wildly on the shore Dancing to unheard melodies and Leaping from reality to all she ever dreamed On unsteady feet catching on the waves. Her broken mind reels to the same wild tune Uncertain now which way... Continue Reading →
She spent her life painting Simple melodies on the silence, And weaving tremendous harmonies Throughout all of the seams. Her soul arranges the notes While she dances to tunes unheard, And she spins her wild poetry Out in sound... Continue Reading →
(In much need of additional editing) The High Rulers Recalled to Narnia The sea is rising, the darkness grows, And Narnia needs help once more, From the sons of Adam and the Daughters of Eve Who have hung their... Continue Reading →
It's there in every childhood adventure fraught with peril, Every window open to the stars, Every swashbuckling swordfight, And every lingering concealed kiss. There in the very corner of your shadow, In every memory you will not forget, In all... Continue Reading →
Like the time weathered cracks of an old stone wall, Which guard the best-kept secrets of children and young lovers - Like the ancient desk with a hundred letter slots, Which harbors that secret never sent, never read in its... Continue Reading →
Commonplace Poetry 