sanctuary
dancing spots of light and echoes of cathedral
whispering of things
i never learned
evening draws near once again
sunsets in february
so melodramatic
all pretty and loud but still frozen,
lacking any sense
of the ethereal
there,
the real,
ether
all words that live inside another
the way these spots of light
live inside a shadow
a pew inside a church
a heart inside a life
February 6th, 2011 at 10:36 am
all pretty and loud but still frozen, but still. spots of life inside a shadow, a heart inside a life. heat maybe hidden inside that frozen. a prayer?
February 6th, 2011 at 11:58 am
Wow. I love your poetry.
February 6th, 2011 at 12:39 pm
Sunday mornings, I come here for solace, a simple sanctuary of sentences; I don’t come to learn, but I always do.
February 6th, 2011 at 1:15 pm
very touching, indeed.
February 6th, 2011 at 2:25 pm
Here’s to hope: hope for spring, hope for thawing, hope to growth (inside and out).
February 6th, 2011 at 3:16 pm
This is beautiful in every way.
February 6th, 2011 at 4:08 pm
Yours words are beautiful, as always 🙂
February 6th, 2011 at 5:14 pm
still frozen is right. although today the snow has melted. lots. and i can see concrete. and black top. and not just pieces of it. all of it. funny how that can make me happy.
February 6th, 2011 at 7:48 pm
So lovely. Thank you.
jj
February 7th, 2011 at 8:42 am
oh . a marvel . my visits here mean so much
February 7th, 2011 at 11:45 am
Just lovely. Really, really lovely and striking.
February 11th, 2011 at 5:24 pm
Serene, excellent.