Religious Ideation...

Here are two old poems, one by John and one of mine. John is inviting any suggestions on his...I kind of like mine as it is....

Vision of the Madonna Weeping
Upon the Shoulder of
Route 9



A desolate strip of asphalt divides the land,--
right, Connecticut resumes her southward journey,
while to the left, lush Haddam’s forests stand.

A phantom fog dominates this valley
tonight. Low beams lap uncertain sight,
the broken lines of white infinity.

Images in a mirror without light:
a liquor store, a school, a dead end street;
repent attention from the drowsy night.

How molecules make man and this conceit
of mist against my window—to defrost
this Latin Mass of poetry--effete

tenor and vehicle in the gray exhaust
of clouds in contact with the ground. Route 9
North or South, no difference when you’re lost.

I see her on the shoulder, the Divine
Madonna, holding a lily, weeping—
and goodness was the last thought on my mind.

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Crucifiction of the Dance Indifference

lost soul

dark blue and grey

calloused hands and bruised face

In life's forests the paths

often lead to confusion

while the blind kneel

in retribution.

*

battered soul

vivid purple and red

torn feet and bloody head

silhouette

against the setting sun

communion of the faithful

when day is done.

*

Time ignores those

who bow in reverence

but crucifies those

who dance in difference.

*

Close tired eyes

and dream of the sublime

or shimmer like stardust

for too short a time?