The most worthless words are apologies offered up only when "found out"
Cheating lovers, politicians on the take, the clergy getting caught fiddling, these apologies should instead have been confessions brought on by being unable to look at oneself in the mirror.
Good morning squire, hope you are in rude health and are going to do something outrageous later :))
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
yes, the whole affair turned me off to the Catholic religion...don't prosecute them, move them. read moreyes, the whole affair turned me off to the Catholic religion...don't prosecute them, move them.
thanks, Gee,
I was an altar boy and feel very lucky our priests were on the up and up.
j.
That last stanza said it all about some organized religion. Not hard to understand why they try to wash their hands of it. Collapse of their institution is at hand.
Practice what you preach, but some of them didn't. Happy to accept the confession of others though refusing to deal with their own wrong doing. Reading this J, reminds me of one of the reasons I stopped going to church. This poem has a real sixties feel about it. Lame prayers, yes they were for some. Excellent write.
You are so good at saying something that cannot be pinned to time or place. I think people can read this and connect it to any number of things. In a way like the Everyman play of so many years since. Something that reminds us of who we are but in a broad way so that we can’t say it is not ourselves being pointed out and asked for accountability. This is a strength for me. Because it makes us examine ourselves as well as the larger circle of experience to see how lessons can be applied in kind. Your poetry is never moralizing. It is more matter of fact. As if to say this is what I know, use these understandings as they best suit. Perhaps in how we find ourselves reading, we discover something deeper about ourselves. If that is what we seek. Alternatively we can just enjoy your craft. I always think deeply when I visit your page. You are a great poet, Jacob.
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
You have given this poem and me a very kind review, Eilis.
Yes, this is what I know...or thin.. read moreYou have given this poem and me a very kind review, Eilis.
Yes, this is what I know...or think I know...but my muse is smarter than I am, and writes much better than I ever could...most of what I write, I really have no idea from where it comes...I am really just a conduit....But I think all of us here at WC are voices for our generation....and maybe our words will be read 50 or 100 years from now and somehow still make sense.
Please know I felt your comments, deeply.
Funny....50 years ago I thought" I just want to be a poet"----maybe I am getting there.
j.
1 Year Ago
Being a writer is a magical experience, yes. Glad I could share something meaningful, Jacob.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..