I’ve been busy doing stuff and haven’t been posting here much. I’ve been working on a post for the last road trip we took took to visit our grandson. I might actually post that later this week. In the meantime I thought I’d post a WIP poem from my poetry collection, The Lectionary Project, where I am writing poems in response to the Gospel of Matthew. I’ve completed 20 poems out of a planned 48 and currently think I might finish the collection around 2029.
Last week I started a 12 week poetry workshop on ekphrasis poetry. I find these kinds of workshops to be very helpful in developing my writing, but it does take up a lot of my writing time.
Here’s the WIP this week:
Desert Wind
After Matthew 7:21-29 which is read in year A on Sunday between May 29 and June 4 if after Trinity Sunday
Snow dots the gravel covered hills,
Remnants of waterβs hope.
In the street a warm southern wind brings desire.
Concrete beneath our feet, solid eggshell over sand.
From the rocky hilltop,
the city spreads before us.
Audacious and proud.
Built to endure ages of entropy.
Anchored in dust, supported by moving rock.
Stepping from the outlook our feet
land on rolling gravel
as we sand surf into the chasm.
Let me know what you think.
48 poems! Ambitious (at least IMHO), even with a five-year plan!
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It is a lot.
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MMM. Very nice and descriptive!
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Thank you.
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Very nice, Andrew. (Despite the lack of puns. π )
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Maybe my next poem will have puns … π
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One can hope!
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π
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This is Awesome!
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Thank you.
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Wonderful.
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Thank you.
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Very evocative! I love your concrete “solid eggshell over sand”. π
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Thankyou!
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“Anchored in dust, supported by moving rock” made me think first of LA and its earthquakes. But then, all earth’s continents are in constant, if slow, motion. Lots to ponder here.
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It something we humans try to ignore, but this world is constantly movingand all we build is temporary.
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Thank you for sharing, Andrew! π
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Built to endure ages of entropy. Also my favorite line, especially after the one just before it.
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Thanks. We humans do seem to think things will last forever, when they really won’t.
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Thanks for sharing your lovely poem.
My favorite line was βbuilt to endure ages of entropyβ. For two reasons:
Very cool. Thanks for sharing!
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Thanks for your kind words. I was thinking about entropy when I wrote it.
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Nice piece Andrew, brings up all kind of thoughts…
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Thanks, glad it did that.
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