Eric J. Kingsepp : Writing

Tabor

Tabor

A Poem by Eric J. Kingsepp


Surrounded by my chaotic life, I briefly climb back to Sunday.
Mastery

Mastery

A Poem by Eric J. Kingsepp


Self-mastery isknowing what you want, and howto want something else.
The Winter's Cold

The Winter's Cold

A Poem by Eric J. Kingsepp


Little bones of icerattle in parallel rows,in a red casket.
A Winter Cold

A Winter Cold

A Poem by Eric J. Kingsepp


Air dragged through the throattastes like heavy snow. Quicklyit escapes--a cough!
Myrkviðr

Myrkviðr

A Poem by Eric J. Kingsepp


When, in the pitch black,the Devil grabs you from inside,truth, alone, is weak.
Truth is Beauty …

Truth is Beauty …

A Poem by Eric J. Kingsepp


Devote your life tobeauty: dig religiously,find the truth inside.
… And Beauty Truth

… And Beauty Truth

A Poem by Eric J. Kingsepp


Devote all your lifeto truth. Soon it will teach youto learn from beauty.
Good

Good

A Poem by Eric J. Kingsepp


Devote your life tothe good: truth and beauty willfill inside and out.
Magma

Magma

A Poem by Eric J. Kingsepp


Deep under the crust,seas of apple pie filling,vast and overcooked.
The Name

The Name

A Poem by Eric J. Kingsepp


You keep using thatWord. I do not think it meanswhat you think it means.