by Francis Scudellari
Love, once missed, understood, cast out
In sanctity's murky waters
Plunged, gleaming surfaces rippled
Longing submerged, assumed sins washed,
Accrued wages wiped clean, raised up
Air taken in, emerges new
Re-versed in belief, awake to/o
Household objects baring cautions
Stilted, once-trite words now stamped on
Ephemera, coaxed back to Faith
13 comments:
manca una candela in mezzo
Ask for forgiveness and you shall receive.
Excellent.
~JD
the book might catch on fire ;)
If only life were as simple as poetry :).
Oh Francis the poem is right on target with what I am currently experiencing.
And, the drawing is simply beautiful!!
And oh you are so right "if only life could be as simple as poetry:)"
~Jackie
hahaha...
cosi si ragionano le storie sui poemi.
guardi un disegno e ragioni scrivendo.
giusto,
il libro andrebbe a fuoco,
bene.
allora le pagine aperte sembrano ali e voltate
scuotono aria intorno,
il dito bagnato di saliva timbra gli angoli....
Such a beautiful poem, I am experiencing a loss of words to describe how it makes me feel!
Thanks Jackie. I'm glad you liked the poem and drawing. I'm always trying to fight thru my impulse toward negativity and create something beautiful from it.
Ciao Hanna,
The image is one that doesn't have a direct relationship to the poem. The lines of the book jumped out of my rough sketch and the rest fell in place. I do like the wing-like shape of the pages and there is an angelic form to the composition.
It's always a good sign if a poem leaves you speechless :). I'm definitely trying to capture feelings not easily expressed.
Actually, Hanna, thinking about it ... a flame above the open pages might be a nice addition.
seeeeeeee...
infatti,
the text would make it enlightenment.....
il tuo blog รจ per me come una preghiera prima di dormire!
baci
Grazie Hanna, come sempre. That's a beautiful compliment. I'll never doubt your advice again :).
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