I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.) They are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here. Copyright also applies to almost all photos posted here, most of which are my own, though a few are licensed under Creative Commons.
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2 April 2010

It's Good Friday

It’s Good Friday
and on the telly
people — Christian people —
reveal their ways
of coming closer to God.

‘In the gentle breeze,’
says one pilgrim.
‘In silence, reading,
and hospitality,’
says the monk.

I think we are not
different. I too, Pagan,
think those places good
for finding God.
It may be so for all.

Dropping deeper

I notice
those are doorways
to the actual place:
my heart.

NaPoWriMo Day 2


  1. wow, Rosemary, double bill prompt. that's a lot of poeming.

    like this interconnectedness one.

  2. Yes, I'm clearly insane, lol.

    I'm pretty much doing stream of consciousness so far, with minimal crafting and occasional hasty second thoughts. Luckily, after a lifetime of poeming, things tend to fall into lines and verses.

    Glad you like this one. :)