a poem is a sermon
This morning I shall try to set my sights against the hypocrite that dwells inside me, giving pause to any who would praise my cause. I seek him out, this two-faced toad whose inner turmoil oft explodes in fits of misdirected rage against his keepers, or his cage, and bid him walk with me a […]
Most days I don’t mind the mess that fills my fancy, doubtless in its mad mire growing grand plans my desires demand; but today, the turmoil seeks to wreck my poor reason’s speech and turn to tares the flowers where I’ve worked long hard spent hours. Voices volley in my head; oh, that order would […]
With words, my sentence fulfill: the weak willed soul seeks to fail, its too frail form doomed to fall before bringing home the grail. Too true; the trials and tests that beset the searcher last past the point where the first zest wears out. Your whole fate is cast in a breath’s breadth; there is […]