[writing][poetry] Sonnet VI
READ HERE Turning the pages of memory’s book,I recall those moments that could not last,Long shrouded within the fog of the past;I wonder: what would I find should I look?A word aptly spoken or careless thought?Time well-spent and valued or thrown away?Surrounded by love or abandoned one day?My heart well-guarded or easily bought?Then with a…
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[posting][poetry] Wind (never know you)
[poetry] “Autumnal Walk to Church”
Where pavement meets grass, a sense of change fills the air – scent of cool decay.
“All of us are engaged daily with works of art, even if we are neither professionals nor amateur artists. We read books, we listen to music, we look at posters, we admire flower arrangements. Art, as I am using the word, does not include just “high art”, that is, painting, sculpture, poetry, classical music, but also the more popular expressions – the novel, the theatre, the cinema, popular music and rock. In fact, there is a very real sense in which the Christian life itself should be our greatest work of art. Even for the great artist, the most crucial work of art is his life.”
–Art and the Bible, Francis Schaeffer, 49.
white is the numbness of the mind pain that drowns my sinking soul breaks Vision with boredom of time memories will take their toll yellow is hallucination codes which build reality illusion makes a coffined life memories which none can see red is the colour of regret blood which spills upon these hands slicing up…
[posting] As Kingfishers Catch Fire: A Close Reading
Gerard Manley Hopkins’s poetry is stunningly difficult to parse, but when exploring the spaces of and between his words, one cannot help but come to a deep appreciation of the ideals that Hopkins imagined within his poetry. In “As Kingfishers Catch Fire”, Hopkins looks at a concept he considered deeply: ‘selving’. Using a combination of…
I am the Bride, who walks in hope, Looking to the Lord of Love; But on my way, my eyes are caught. Within, a battle, not yet fought, Is lost, and drags me from above. Adulterous and wretched, I grope. I am the one who put Him on the Cross. The scoffer who deserves the…
[posting][poetry] Sonnet I
These chains of thought which bind my heart to thine (Yes, I am captive of your Siren’s heart) Hold bitter dreams of love ne’er to be mine And broken hopes of two lives kept apart. This slavery of soul, unbeknownst to you, Restricts my path and turns my eyes away From all that lies before…