The Footnote to Poetry

I don’t want you to think I am starting a trend here and turning this in to some sort of poetry blog, but I want to post one more that explains what I try and do in most all my poems, how sub-creating (as Tolkien would call it) points to the Creator, even when it seems to be doing something else.  No more comments for this one, just a posthumous shout-out to Jack Lewis whose title I, well, jacked. 

The Footnote to Poetry

I am, author, poet

sole actor, setting down

determining, giving to each in season

Marshalling words and ink, filling

void with meaning, writing

on the face of the deep

Proud but comforted rebel

“Restless is our heart ‘til we find rest in You”

And rest is offered, assured

Rebellion tempered,

by expected parry and riposte

ironic twist to show me false

Justification of foolish lines

Truth, freeing falsehood

to be entirely false

that even what it has shall be taken from it

and given- testimony to the Truth

and there was evening, and there was morning

Dawn of the ironic eighth

10/16/08