poetry: when words fail
Even the loftiest of prose can hit a brick wall in pursuit of lyrical expression. Thankfully, there is music. Poetry falls somewhere between the two — verse put to song without accompaniment, played on a backdrop of less. As Robert Browning once said, “God is the perfect poet.” A poem is both sunrise and sunset to an otherwise noise-filled day.
Below is a growing archive of selected poems written over the years, when words failed me otherwise.
Arranged by date.