Here’s a little poetry for your Tuesday, inspired by the older poetry I’ve been studying in class. It’s interesting to realize that most writing was about religion back then, the faith and the hope people put into a power beyond them just to get through their days and their lives. Fascinating really.
But, enough of that, my point with telling you that is to explain how I modeled these poems. Each is a love poem, written in a way someone would about their own faith. So check them out and let me know what you think.
Without further ado, Poetry Place.
Tell me of our navel’s gaze
when our pasts cannot
Hurt me with my love’s ill hope
when only one can
Blame me of the sin we keep;
Indict me for our
But love me not and let me fall.
I concede my heart’s
I let you be the needle, weaving
threads throughout my love,
making textiles out of
Blanket me dearly, tie my arms
behind my back, take my clothes,
drag my worth out through
Wash me clean, let the grace fall
deeply to my bones. I will cry,
out at the brightness of
In and out pass through me now, open
wide these empty tombs, fill me up
flood each alley with the whispers of
Take my eyes, take my heart, take
patterned squares within my soul, leave
me open, leave me scarred to
For it is mine and mine alone, each
sin that holds me close, you take
my love, I give my life as yours
See you Friday.