A new project

Today, while working on some questions for a roundtable in my Gospel of Mark class, I was struck with a poem. It fell together from the poetry reading I attended yesterday, going out with a friend afterward, and the old Tapestry podcast I was listening to while I was supposed to be working, about the lost word “acedia.” The poem seemed to come to an end, but I feel that more will follow it as further poems fall similarly together.

I’m thinking of calling it all “Romanticise me.”

It’s heavy with imagery and self-reflexive romanticism. It is a portrait of the artist, perhaps in the popular mode, perhaps as Bacchus. You can find the first installment, and subsequent ones, here: Romanticise me.

A Question

Is there any sweeter melancholy, than an autumn day?

A poem for the coming of autumn

The leaves refuse to fall

And the weather will not turn

The palette not a pleasant hue of brown and red but vibrant still and green

The air not of books and ivy but of lazy afternoons and cool, fresh iced tea

The sweater does not warm but itch, the coffee it accompanies bringing sweat upon the brow

The fruit, and wheat, and barley stand defiant in the feild, unwilling to give up their crop

Where are you my friend?

A Poem

A man stands amid the wild, untamed grass

The Holy Spirit and the wind kiss his tender skin

His eyes, closed, his being turned upon his breath

And Nibbana his reward

A Poem

Standing in the grass

Smelling incense in the air

Danced upon by birds and stalked by clever squirrels