Parts of a Whole

Some part of me is tied to part of you,

Wrapped up in all your rising rays of sun,

Dependent on the days your time has spun,

To wander through a wider field of view,

And every tide that’s come and gone

Has brought a boon unlooked-for through the dawn.

I didn’t know the world’s made new

When part of me is tied to part of you.

 

This poem focuses on how we can start to see things in new and different ways when we connect with other people, as we begin to understand how they see the world. What's become ordinary to us may appear in a new light if we're able to perceive it from someone else's perspective.

The Dove's Descent

The dark descent the dove goes down

To come and claim his coveted crown

Transforms the flow of folly and fear

To hope for heaven’s harmony here.

We trace his trial to a trembling tree

And think, with thunder’s throes at three:

Would sorrow’s storms and struggles cease

If people prized his path of peace?

 

I've been traveling a lot over the past several weeks and am now starting to settle back into a rhythm of writing. This one definitely seemed appropriate for Easter. As with many of my poems, I didn't start out with this theme in mind - I was more focused on trying to see how much alliteration I could pack into every line (and apparently the answer was quite a bit). Eventually, the Easter theme (maybe more precisely, the Good Friday theme) started to take shape.