This poem requires the reader to pronounce each word or phrase to allow it to penetrate the over-active mind. It calms the thought process and clears the pathway. Thank you.
Would love to! And we might begin that sitting spell by collectively pondering the rich, implicit tension between "here / there are no rituals" and "moss softens the fallen column / where I rest / my knees". ;)
There's a lot of tension in faith...my faith anyway: life vs death, eternal beings inhabiting temporal bodies, heaven vs earth. But I don't know if the porch is the place for tension...
This poem requires the reader to pronounce each word or phrase to allow it to penetrate the over-active mind. It calms the thought process and clears the pathway. Thank you.
Thank you! It is very much intended to be a meditation on the difference between the sacred and artifice.
“absence makes room
for unexpected
voices.”
Thanks, Sean. There is much to sit with in this piece.
Well, you should come sit with it on my porch, brother.
Would love to! And we might begin that sitting spell by collectively pondering the rich, implicit tension between "here / there are no rituals" and "moss softens the fallen column / where I rest / my knees". ;)
There's a lot of tension in faith...my faith anyway: life vs death, eternal beings inhabiting temporal bodies, heaven vs earth. But I don't know if the porch is the place for tension...
Sue says what I felt and thought. Thank you for this moving poem, Sean. The pauses work so well with the content.