Poetry Friday
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A Lecture Upon the Shadow
Stand still, and I will read to thee A lecture, love, in love’s philosophy. These three hours that we have spent, Walking here, two shadows went Along with us, which we ourselves produc’d. But, now the sun is just above our head, We do those shadows tread, And to brave clearness all things are reduc’d. Continue reading
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One Easter Morning (daughter)
not even married that Easter morning as some daddy’s daughter grinned through the alleluias and laughed through the creed. but we knew. those eyes bright and blue first dragged our hearts into the open— that pulsating organ raw and bleeding and full of life— giving your mother and I our first shared case of baby Continue reading
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I Need You
Here me Love, when I say: I’m here today in every way that you need me. Do you need me like trees need the wind to dance and spin, to swirl and send, Fall’s colors—that pigmatic skin—to the ground? Do you need me like fish need the sea—or any water really—though the sea is big Continue reading
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There Was Poetry In You Last Night
There was poetry in you last night with your salty tears on my tongue and your “I don’t know what’s wrong with me” piled onto the threshold of love and your nurse by night but Wedding Planner by day and fellow storyteller in a world of broken tales. There was poetry in the way your Continue reading
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Labeling Keys
Taylor Mali is one of my favorite poets. Here is his “Labeling Keys.” Continue reading
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A Feather Stuffed Pillow
A Feather Stuffed Pillow by G. C. Jeffers I looked at her wondering what was going through her mind. Noticing my look she asked if we could talk about life and love and God above. About me and you and all that is true. About eagle’s wings and just how far freedom rings. My answer Continue reading
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Indwelling Darkness
Indwelling Darkness after “Nearest Nameless” by Charles Simic If the abyss gazes back then it perceives me my existence my indelible mark on reality. Against such otherness I turn to the fire merrily combusting in my soul. Like Hamlet, full of youthful vibrancy staring right past revealed truth to do the will of a devil. Continue reading
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Our love is . . .
. . .like the fluffy stuffed chair embracing my frame and embellishing the cushion of my lower accoutrements in padded rest and upholstered utopia . . .like the mouth of some sunset colored cavern which explores the patterned play of failing light on soft shadow . . .like the press of two human chests against Continue reading
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The Poetic Soul
I wrote the first version of this poem a few years ago. Since then, it has undergone some revisions. * * * Some say that poetic soul presupposes musical intent. But, musical intent intends music. Some say the sole aim of poetic soul centers on a scintillating combination of color as pictures. But, pictorial purpose Continue reading
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Nearest Nameless
Nearest Nameless So damn familiar Most of the time, I don’t even know you are here. My life, My portion of eternity, A little shiver, As if the chill of the grave Is already catching up with me— No matter. Descartes smelled Witches burning While he sat thinking Of a truth so obvious We keep Continue reading
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Sunday Mass at St. Teresa’s (poetry Friday)
I’ve been playing with this poem for a few years. I initially wrote it for a poetry workshop class I took. I see a man wandering the parking lot. My eyes follow him to his car where the dent in the side and the empty beer cans on his dashboard tell a sobering story. Hearing Continue reading
About Me
Gregory C. Jeffers
Anglican Christian | Husband | Father | Teacher | Scholar | Poet
G. C. Jeffers 