a church, yourselves
congregants communing
as one to find a One
but behind your crooked
smiles, your hoary handshakes
stand adultered hearts
and gluttonous envies
...
April celebrates poetry, and so shall I. To mark National Poetry Month, I write a poem every day (as I have for the past 5 years) and will post glimmerings here. Join in the fun, leave a line or two in the comments. Perhaps I shall fashion a posey of them all at the end of the month, a communal poem of sorts. Peace...
That's a mighty powerful and insightful little poem. The first of many gems, I'm sure.
ReplyDeleteSee, I KNEW they could tell what I was REALLY thinking. Crap! Never shake the minister's hand - or, in this case, the fair hand of the minister's poetic partner!
ReplyDeleteThanks friends! And this is only the first third of the poem, I am only posting snippets (except for smallish poems like haiku).
ReplyDeleteYep, this is my life. Peace...