By Francis Scudellari
I've been hung up
On crosses, dangled at
An early age
Taut, clinging to suffer …
Open-handed
Greet, a friend to long, lost
Comfort, close in,
Low whispered embraces …
Of vague-voiced love,
A seductive promise,
Faithless stabs deep,
Self inflicts confidence …
In cob-webbed words,
Time ripped from must-filled books,
Tongue bound, ghostly
Shadows beyond grasping …
Still, stale spirits
Spun, whirled around by gusts,
Animated
At last, my companions …
As I finger
Coarse palms, now scarred over,
Unlock old wounds,
Holes, my only reward
14 comments:
Very nice piece Francis. I like the flow and the imagery.
Is there no limit to this well of creativity? I imagine a wild man sitting at his desk writing incessantly :-)
~JD
I definitely think there's a limit JD, but I'm going to push myself until I reach it. You're not far off in your description of me. Definitely wild and manic. I'm lucky that the outside world right now has little use for me so I can stay isolated at my desk :).
Hi Fran!
giri sempre con le mani strette in pugno?
cosa ti fa paura?
il mondo non รจ piccolo!
potresti fare un salto in India!
;0
Scudman,
From what I remember, and its not much, Saint Francis of Assisi spent much of his time in lonely places searching for enlightenment.
Nice poem, I enjoyed it...JD is right, very nice flow with great imagery.
Vaya con dios, amigo!
That's why you're on my Entrecard advert. Very good, everyone has already commented on what I would've said. Fantastic Francis-- Fantastic!
Hi Francis,
Though I am new to your work, for me I sense my own religous turmoil in this piece as I interpret the holes in the hands as stigmata. that is just my humble interpretation; but, I feel that writers can induce other emotions in readers which may have occurred to the author when creating their piece. Also, I do not feel, especially with poetry, that one may always know the full meaning after reading it merely once. This is a poem I will return to, ponder, and embrace, as with much of what I discovered here on your blog. Thank you.
-Mike
Ciao Hanna,
I think my guiding emotions are probably more anger and sadness than fear. The world is a great paradox, vast and yet tiny. I'd love to visit India sometime.
Ralph,
You're definitely right about SFA ... my patron saint. He retreated up into the hills and his faith was rewarded with the stigmata. He's a very interesting figure.
Thanks 1verse. I've been feeding off the energy of the poetry I'm seeing on your site and others. The blogosphere's opened me up to some great creativity.
Hi Mike,
You're right on regarding the religious turmoil and stigmata. 12 years of Catholic education definitely had an impact. I usually have to re-visit my stuff a few times as my ideas can definitely be a bit ambiguous.
Hi Francis,
I was raised Catholic as well, maybe that is why I honed in on your theme. I've written about my spiritual turmoil as well, although I am not a poet. It's a pleasure that I met you through JD. Both of you have such unique writing styles, and I learn all the time from other writers...
-Mike.
Mike,
I'm pretty excited about the group of folks you and JD have brought together through Midnight Wanderers. I definitely learn a lot from other writers too, and creative energy is contagious. I'm going out of town this afternoon, but I'll be by Mr. Grudge when I get back to explore your writing more in depth.
Beautiful. It inspires me to write poetry myself - although my efforts would probably not be anywhere near yours.
Thanks! You might be surprised at what you can do once you get started. I think you should definitely write some poetry if you have the urge. I love to read others work and it inspires me a lot.
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