Observation Poems
The Sea Inside
by Jonathan Goff
The Sea Inside
When the earth was formless and void,
what did You see?
What shimmered in that hush
before the first word?
What stirred in You,
to utter light
into the silence?
When the Spirit hovered over the waters,
did it tremble?
......
The Desk
by Jonathan Goff
The Desk
The Desk.
Seasoned, weathered, worn–
the smell of old wood and new finish.
Stains betray the depth of his grace,
how long he has lived, how wise is his brow!
The Desk is a solid rock with space inside–
for broken hearts and thriving minds,
......
Meditations on Sand
by Jonathan Goff
Meditations on Sand
irritating.
between my toes,
you are
the bane of my
existence.
you are
a curse in my sandals.
you itch
......
observance
by Rikske Kessner
In the heart of winter, I stand,
Surrounded by a landscape of white silence.
The snow blankets the earth,
Each flake a delicate touch,
Soft, yet unyielding in its cold embrace.
The trees are skeletal fingers,
Reaching up to a sky of muted gray,
Their limbs bare, stripped of life,
Yet beautiful in their stark simplicity.
......
Michelangelo
by Jonathan Goff
how does the ocean sculpt the sand
like Michelangelo?
a braided rug
hugs my
soul(z)
like–
precision
(breath)
......
Michelangelo
by Jonathan Goff
how does the ocean sculpt the sand
like Michelangelo?
a braided rug
hugs my
soul(z)
like–
precision
(breath)
......
The Sea Inside
by Jonathan Goff
The Sea Inside
When the earth was formless and void,
what did You see?
What shimmered in that hush
before the first word?
What stirred in You,
to utter light
into the silence?
When the Spirit hovered over the waters,
did it tremble?
......
Meditations on Sand
by Jonathan Goff
Meditations on Sand
irritating.
between my toes,
you are
the bane of my
existence.
you are
a curse in my sandals.
you itch
......
The Desk
by Jonathan Goff
The Desk
The Desk.
Seasoned, weathered, worn–
the smell of old wood and new finish.
Stains betray the depth of his grace,
how long he has lived, how wise is his brow!
The Desk is a solid rock with space inside–
for broken hearts and thriving minds,
......
Existentialism
by Ghairo Daniels
EXISTENTIALISM
And there pigeon lay
blood dripping off tips of feathers
glazed eyes wounded
A passerby filed passed
an angry little boy kicked
venting rage of a lifetime
stuck in a township flat
......
