I must apologize for the delinquency I have shown in the writing of this blog. A busy schedule, coupled with a half-hearted writer's block, have kept me from posting anything of late. Even now I can't really find anything to say - something of a novelty for me. So instead I'll post a poem that I wrote while in Germany. I'm no poet, but it's the closest thing to hand.
A Sun Now Rising
Beauty like flame fire-like
Burns up the sky:
Conflagrating ball of cool morning
Breaks the sleeping corn into
Long Shadows of the bright dawn.
Slowly we will awaken from the slowed rhythms of sleep, the
Rubato of the wide open mouths, and
Snoring-songs sodden with reckless affectation.
(Eucharist is dust lest it be tasted.)
Too long odorless, our maladies will fill with stench
Our nostrils and gag us to
Remembrance -
gag us to
Remonstrance -
with the blight
That crops close the long shadows
And sneers, and leers to mockery the
Conflagrating ball of cool morning
That fire-like burns up the sky.
Yours,
Mr. Windsor
Burns up the sky:
Conflagrating ball of cool morning
Breaks the sleeping corn into
Long Shadows of the bright dawn.
Slowly we will awaken from the slowed rhythms of sleep, the
Rubato of the wide open mouths, and
Snoring-songs sodden with reckless affectation.
(Eucharist is dust lest it be tasted.)
Too long odorless, our maladies will fill with stench
Our nostrils and gag us to
Remembrance -
gag us to
Remonstrance -
with the blight
That crops close the long shadows
And sneers, and leers to mockery the
Conflagrating ball of cool morning
That fire-like burns up the sky.
Yours,
Mr. Windsor
