Thursday, November 09, 2017

INK, A POEM ABOUT REFLECTION


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Ink,
A Poem About Reflection

Once I had words,
They came to me
From some inner land.
I dreamed
They would become
A garden of hope
For you.
They were like a river's flow;
Forceful, fluid, and penetrating
Until they soaked the pages
Leaving me illegible.
The words I would
Have given to you
Became stuck to the tabletop
Where they looked
Small and sad.
I left them
For the waitress
To wash away
With blue window cleaner.
Even after they were purged
I could hear them say
That
It is vain to write words
If you are not willing to be them.


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Sunday, October 22, 2017

WHERE ROCKS GROW, A POEM OF NEED

I hope you enjoy this short poem, it has several metaphors and you may find more than one meaning in it.

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Where Rocks Grow,
A Poem of Need

I pulled up the flowers
And emptied my garden
Of spring's beauty
Because I found meaning
In the stones.
Stones are faithful,
They are patient
And are always there.
You can count on them
In every season
And any weather.
But the logic of rocks
Failed my soul
Which longed for beauty-
Though frail and weak
And lives but briefly.
Now I cast seeds
Among the rocks
On each sunny day,
So I may see
Seasonal beauty
Or else something
In me
May turn to stone.


Adron
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To find and enjoy beauty is an honest need of the human soul. Let us take time to appreciate the gift of beauty that God has put in the world around us.  Of course, we can appreciate the beauty of stones too!

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(c) Adron 10/22/17

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

THE PERPETUATE MAN, A POEM OF CONQUEST

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The Perpetuate Man,
A Poem Of Conquest


A vision unfought for
Becomes darkened
Waters
Rushing down the streets
To plunge
Through the iron grate
And die in the sewers.
The one who surrenders
Becomes like
Pages scattered
Unread,
Whose virtues were
Summarily sentenced
As unworthy.
But the man
Who pumps the bellows
Through the night
And resurrects the flame
Of vision
Is the one that
Spectators call a fool-
Yet he is the man
Who knows
Each failure
Empowers triumph.


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Saturday, September 23, 2017

GEOMETRIC INCLINATIONS A POEM ABOUT MISCONCLUSIONS

A short poem that causes you to think about our relationships to ourselves and the greater world around us.

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Geometric Inclinations
 A Poem About Misconclusions

Squares fill our lives
With sharp corners
We fit them together
And like building blocks
We constructed ourselves.
But those squares are
A grid of enslavement
And a cycle of exploitation,
So
We have become a currency
Traded
Squandered
And spent
By soulless mechanisms.
We welcomed this net
At first
Because we wanted more
For the squares were filled
With pretty glitter
And we did not know
That they made us less.


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Tuesday, August 29, 2017

THE LONG SHADOWS, A POEM OF REGRET AND RESOLUTION

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The Long Shadows,
 A Poem of Regrets And Refusal

In my heart is a place
Made of thousands of stones
Mined from my choices.
Crows
Rob my assurance
By taking a stone
And leaving behind
The words, "What if."
All those "What ifs"
Grow like vines.
Once they were just
Harmless words,
Now they list things like
Locked dungeon doors,
Forks in the road,
And words said- or not.
They built a high wall
Between who I am
And who I might be.
Give them no credit
They are no more than
Dried leaves
That flutter about
On the summer wind.
We must leave the
"What ifs,"
Let them go like moths.



This is the kind of poem I like to write, there are teasers of imagery, it has a line of reasoning that may be slightly flawed, and makes a decent positive point.

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Sunday, August 13, 2017

TAKING KNOWLEDGE, A Poem of Psalm 32:5



TAKING KNOWLEDGE,
A Poem of Psalm 32:5


We want to be known
And yet we are afraid
Of being known.
We are made
In the image
God who is
Intimate
So we must be made
To be known
By such a God
And to know
Him-Who-Is-Light.
But we are flawed
With darkness within.
We fear rejection
Shame and ridicule.
God knows us
He loves us
God is willing to forgive
The worst things
We have ever done.
But the unforgivable
Thing
Is to not take
Forgiveness.

I acknowledged my sin to you, I said, I will confess my transgressions to the lord and you forgave,
Psalm 32:5


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