Theodora
A poem about the incredible life of Theodora, wife of Emperor Justinian.
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Broke(n) Cycle
Sometimes in life, I find myself in a cycle that seems impossible to break. I’m sure I’m not alone in this, but it can still feel frustrating. Today’s post is a poem I wrote about one such perplexing cycle. As a side note, today was an excellent day, and thanks to some good friends/acquaintances and …
Helen’s Scale
Helen’s Scale: A poem about what matters most in life, inspired by a picture.
Eulogy
To the bushy-tailed victim Of a tragic happenstance That occurred upon this morning grim Because of cruel chance: With nimble feet you leapt Across the warm black asphalt, Your fluffy tail the street swept, Your hands stretched out to exalt. No evil thought weighed heavy Upon those shoulders small. A smile was always ready On …
Contemplations of the End
In my heart of hearts, I want to live each moment so that, whenever my end comes, I can face this final defeat as my greatest victory, the triumph of crossing the finish line of a race run well, to reach Your arms, see Your face, and hear You say, “Well done.”
Graphite on Sawdust
Just put pencil to paper– how hard can it be? 0.7 mm #2 graphite against compressed sawdust bleached eggshell, crossed in cerulean and salmon. How hard can it be? Just a tiny bit of force aided by friction. Just tendons and ligaments, muscles and bones. Is that all it takes to make art? Words are …
Conquerors
O! The marvelous mystery! I in You, and You in me. Love stronger than kin, Bound closer than skin, We are inseparable. (Romans 8:31-39)
Yellow and Writing
Today I wrote two poems (a limerick and a haiku) for a class in which I’m assisting/observing. Here they are :) Yellow (limerick) A wondrous color is yellow! It is both exciting and mellow. By day or by night It’s sure to delight (Except when you find it in jello). Writing (haiku) Just black ink on …
Fig Leaf
Wrestling in the dark with unbelief,Hiding from your eyes my sins so base.I was born clutching a fig leaf,A broken image alive in disgrace. In a world of sinners I am the chief.Your halls of light I would only effaceWith my unclean presence, however brief.You call to me, and when I don’t come, chase, But …
A Few Short Years: A Christmas Villanelle
Your heart’s set on a few short years With gifts to buy and family to call What happens when the Son appears? On an average night to angels’ cheersGod wrapped Himself in child’s flesh in a dirty stall Your heart’s set on a few short years Chasing the best, perfect careersSomeday your name big on the cinema wallWhat …