Poem Set 1 Revision

Running Shoes

Tattered, rugged,
soles worn out.
Tossed in the corner
Soon, the trash.    

...

Behind a Glass Panel

One never feels

the glistening snowflakes on bare palms  

or the radiant heat of the sun

or the shrill gusts of wind

that numb from the inside out.  

Set 2 Revision

Winter

Bare trees clothed in snow—

Summer’s masquerade.

...

A Drop of Dew

On the deep green leaf
it sits,
waiting,
to be absorbed,
or left out to dry

...

As my eraser shrinks,

     my failure grows. 

          Writer’s block.    

Poem Set 3 Revision

Roses

layers upon layers rest
fanned out teardrops.
they tear so

easily.

...

Zebra

Intricate black streaks

painted on a white canvas--

Maybe the only place
with complete unity? 

...

Icicles

They hang,
Rooted in unity.

One by one,
They drop.

Freedom's short life.

Poem Set 4 Revision

Sun

The beauty that no one looks upon,

But always feels.

Faithful, each morning, 

The Son guides our daily path.  

...

Mountains

Oh, to have faith like a mustard seed,

I’ll see the mountains dance

...

Ant Hill

It’s as if heaven were stored up inside.
Many look at the narrow opening,

And crush it with their soles.

...

Offering Bowl

Wicker basket passed pew to pew.

Rubbing the twenty between his fingers,
he slips it back in his wallet.   

Poems Set 4 -- Spiritual

Sun

It’s the beauty that no one looks upon,

But one always feels its Presence.

Faithful to rise each morning dawn

The Son guides our daily path.  

...

Mountains

Oh, to have faith like a mustard seed,

I’ll see the mountains dance

...

Ant Hill

It’s as if heaven were stored up inside,

With all its rich rewards.

Many look at the narrow opening,

And crush it with their soles.

...

Offering Bowl

Wicker basket passed pew to pew.

Sweaty palm grasps the $20.

Maybe next week.  

Poems Set 3 -- Love and Community

Roses

fanned out petals

with delicate design.

the symbol of love. 

they tear so

easily.

...

Zebra

Intricate black designs

woven on a white canvas--

beauty spawns from complete unity. 

...

Icicles

They hang, rooted in unity.

One by one,

They drop to break away.

Freedom is short lived.  

Poems Set 2 -- Riddle-like

Winter

Bare trees clothed in snow—

Summer’s masquerade.

...

A Drop of Dew

Patiently resting

on the deep green leaf.

Will it be absorbed or left out to dry?

...

As my eraser shrinks,

my failure grows. 

Writer’s block.