illusion, please comfort me, satisfy everything, i can live peacefully if you curtain the window that i had flung carelessly on the day i was sure that i had seen everything plainly in front of me heaven and hell were divided unevenly but there i saw certainty standing across the street crossing was heresy ‘if only’, i told myself, ‘i hadn’t seen anything. the curtain i’d drawn were a wall to stay stuck between’ sure, i’d lose purpose and with it gain apathy but apposed to uncertainty purposeless living is sort of like being free where heaven and hell are divided by you and me
i hope i never stop writing. writing poetry for the past two years has been something i never thought i’d do but i’ve found some real enjoyment out of it. so here, now, are a few of the poems i’ve written that i consider to be my best.
1. -poems for Tanya two weeks before my wedding i wrote three poems for my wife. the first of the three i consider to be the best thing i’ve ever written. this is about the hidden beauty and peace i find being with my wife.
2. álas Blood, – an ekphrastic poem on Pieter Bruegel’s painting of Calvary. while most paintings of the subject focus on Christ, Bruegel’s painting highlights a scene that is comprised of individuals. i was, and always will be, fascinated with the human aspects of the gospel and ‘álas Blood’ reflects what i see from Bruegel’s painting as well my own experience with the gospel.
3. ATTA SOL i part two in a set of two poems; this poem acts as the beginning to the end of a semicolon which is part one. where part one, ‘MA FLORA i’, presents my relationship with God and nature as non-symbiotic, ‘ATTA SOL i’, ends the contrast with an ellipsis so as to say i am unsure of what to do from here.
4. -ANALOGOUS HYMNALS Pg. 03 another part in a set, this is the final part in a set of three. i started this set of poems with the first poem from the perspective of my current age (then 23). this, the final part, was from the youngest perspective of three years old where i imagine the bliss of Christmas with my family at an age where things were more clear.
5. The Lyric of a Shared Winter very simply, i wrote this about Tanya in May of 2017 while she and i were a world apart. a Winter separated us since we had last seen each other, metaphorically and literally.