Streams of Amber (poem)

Streams of Amber When love’s fingertips brush fields, purple, amber and golden streams flow, trickle down to hungry souls, drip into an earth permeable to tears of human feet and ambered grace of grains transformed into red, white and blue frosted independence day...

Mothers Day Poem

  I wrote this poem a few years ago. The poem is in a form called the Shadorma, with the following syllabic structure in each stanza: 3-5-3-3-7-5. ***  

In April (poem)

In April surprised by any old thing that should uproot itself and subvert the winter awakening to newness from sleep surprised each morning I, too, awake  words– thrown away by winds souls– slaughtered  by hatchets see—    but don’t see my heart left me—...

The Making (a poem)

The Making a poem by Prasanta Verma   Scattered, broken particles must be remade after life on earth snaps….   Read the rest of the poem here, at Evangelicals for Social Action   (image from...

Holy Week (Poems)

This Bread I Break By Dylan Thomas This bread I break was once the oat, This wine upon a foreign tree ‘Plunged in its fruit; Man in the day or wind at night Laid the crops low, broke the grape’s joy. Once in this wine the summer blood Knocked in the flesh that decked...

Spring (Poem by Christina Rossetti)

It’s the first day of Spring. Below is a photo of a fragrant verbena, which usually blooms in the first 2 weeks of May. Nothing is blooming yet, but most of the snow has melted and the grass is visible. The temperatures are gradually increasing, although it is...

Poems for Lent

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day by Gerard Manley Hopkins I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went! And more must, in yet longer light’s delay. With witness...

Two Winter Poems (by William Carlos Williams)

Winter Trees by William Carlos Williams All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among the long branches. Thus having prepared their buds against a sure winter the wise trees stand sleeping in the cold....