sanctuary

written spring 2005

into a garden gone to waste
a ray of light shone through
and in this most unlikely place
a gentle flower grew

i stopped to find it worth my time
to stay a little while
surprised at how it brought to mind
a long forgotten smile

desires finally confessed
upon that hollow ground
my loneliness i laid to rest
and there my solace found

so from this endless journey long
i am at last released
for in this place i can belong
my wearied soul finds peace


about this poem:

To One Who Reads was the only good poem I had ever written. Three years later, here is my second. It's about Eugene, and there's other stuff in there too, but that's about all I'll say. At this rate, look for my third poem in the summer of 2008.

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Impressive....and being able to write a poem about something happy is rare....normally the best artist's are tormented. But congrats on finding a way...
Debs.
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 4/05/2005 8:18 PM
 

you do realize you have sierra mist in your pic, right? A pepsi product? from you? I'm hurt.
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 4/12/2005 4:43 PM
 

Gee, Hale, thanks for your commentary/analysis of my poem. Oh wait, there was none.

I know there's a Sierra Mist. But our soda machine in the church offices is a Pepsi machine. I'm sorry if it's not a big enough cause for me to die of thirst rather than drink a Pepsi product! However, you should know that I never drink Pepsi itself, not ever. That's enough for my conscience.

Furthermore, you should know that Josh and I, having accomplished our former goal of replacing the church PeeCees with Macs, are now taking on the soda machine. Our plan is to have the church or the youth group buy our own machine, which we could then stock ourselves. And you can rest assured that Coke Classic, Vanilla Coke, and the brand new, heavenly Coke Lime will be the top three slots.

If that's not enough for you, well... sorry, dude. You know I love Coke as much as you, if not more. I do my best.

While you wait for our Coke machine mission to be accomplished so that you can lend your approval, you could always try posting a comment about my poem.
# posted by Blogger Tucker : 4/12/2005 4:54 PM
 

Rationalize all you want, Tucker. God will deal with you.

To the POEM!

I think it's really nice. It's simple, with a rhythmic ebb and flow that aids the reader in finding his or her own peace.

I've noticed that most of your poems seem to be highly structured in terms of rhythm & rhyme. I'd like to see you to some free form stuff with some more abstract techniques sometime.

Keep up the good writing!
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 4/13/2005 12:18 PM
 

I am not rationalizing. My conscience is clear before God.

You're right, my poetry does tend to be extremely structured (that is, if you can find "tendencies" in two poems). I'm kind of like that William Wordsworth poem we studied in AP LIT.

 Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room;
 And hermits are contented with their cells;
 And students with their pensive citadels;
 Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom,
 Sit blithe and happy; bees that soar for bloom,
 High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells,
 Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells:
 In truth the prison, unto which we doom
 Ourselves, no prison is: and hence for me,
 In sundry moods, 'twas pastime to be bound
 Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of ground;
 Pleased if some Souls (for such there needs must be)
 Who have felt the weight of too much liberty,
 Should find brief solace there, as I have found.

Remember that one? I do well within highly structured poetry. Free form scares me a little. I don't know, I guess maybe it's harder for me to evaluate it and determine if it's any good. Maybe that's why. I suppose I could give it a try sometime.
# posted by Blogger Tucker : 4/13/2005 1:03 PM