Monday, July 11, 2011

a declaration

if you can't
feel my heart
on the page;
can't read
my blood, sweat
and tears
between each word;
glimpse my soul
within each line,
then
I'm not doing
something right
and then
it might be
time
to stop writing,
to cease
and desist...
and I will
never be
ready
to do that.

© 2011 Joseph Powell

sunrise, sunset

I have seen
the sun rise
and
I have seen
the sun set--
never aware
that somewhere,
in some part
of the world
I will
probably never see,
a man,
whom
I will
never meet
is wishing
for one more sunrise
with his son;
a mother,
one more sunset
with her daughter.

somewhere,
in another part
of the world
I will
most likely
never see,
Jesus is
still weeping.

yes,
for the loss of that son;
yes,
for the loss of that daughter, too;
yes, even,
for the grief
of the mother,
the grief
of the father;
but also
as much
for my
lack of awareness.

and now,
as another
sun sets,
I find myself
unable to look,
unable to see,
because now
I am
weeping.

© 2011 Joseph Powell

saga of the preacher man

from the pulpit
to the street
the man
is making it plain,
making it sweet;
he wields
his bible
like a sword
preaching
like his life
depended
upon it,
like
a blues song--
this is
the saga
of
the preacher man.

He is
a preacher
and yet,
he's still
a man
consumed by God
and yet,
consumed by desires
beyond
his control.
He is
given to drink;
smokes incessantly;
beds women
other than
his wife.

and yet,
like
King David,
he is
probably
an apple
of God's eye,
if not
the apple.
for God
is said
to
work through
men and
women
such
as these.
like
a blues song,
the truth
is made
plain,
the truth
is made
sweet.
this is
the saga
of the
preacher man.

do not
judge him,
lest
you yourself
be judged
as well.

© 2011 Joseph Powell

in dreams begin...

sometimes
my dreams
are better
than
my reality.
in my
dreams
begin
irresponsibility.
there are
no rules,
no judgments--
like jazz,
scenes
are improvised
and seem
disjointed;
people
I haven't thought
about
in years
become characters
in my
immorality play,
alongside
people
from various stages
of my
current life.
were these
dreams
to become
reality,
it would
not be
believed--
better left
to be
material
for a
graphic novel
or
an adults-only
movie...
now,
if I could
only
remember them.

© 2011 Joseph Powell