Soul Ache

Some do not believe people have souls.
They are biological literalists,
accepting only what their eyes can see,
their fingers touch,
and their ears hear.
Perhaps they are right.
Maybe the ache I feel is merely chemical reactions
in my brain, synapses firing in my nervous system,
and the natural result of my body reacting to both.
That could be all there is to it.

But I believe that my soul is aching today.
It is an ache beyond just the natural consequences of
living a life in a world filled with pain and sorrow.
It goes beyond, at least for me, the physiological.
I could be wrong; I know this.
And yet I believe my soul aches
for all the hurt and hate and cruelty I see.
My soul aches for those in grief and mourning.
My soul aches for this world we call home
and for all love and life lost.
Yes, it is just a belief and I have no empirical proof,
but my soul aches.

Daylight Saving Time – A Bad Poem

The only good thing about daylight saving time, as I figure it, is this:
at 6:18 am, on Saturday, March 21, 2009,
it is still dark enough outside for me to believe that sleep will return
before the sun rises and its insistent rays prod me to give up my hope
for just a few more minutes of rest.
I am not ready to face the day and its demands,
and so, for once, I am happy with this man-made abomination.

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A Poem by e. e. cummings

As I have mentioned previously in my posts that include poetry by others. Every now and again I post a favorite poem or two for your reading pleasure. I also encourage my readers to buy a book of poetry if they like the writer’s work. In the case of e. e. cummings, I suggest either No Thanks (1935) or 95 Poems (1958), copies of which I myself own.

i thank you God for most this amazing…

e.e. cummings

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any–lifted from the no
of all nothing–human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

Do you have any favorite poets or poems you would like see posted? Just let me know. If you have a poem you have written, I would be glad to post it as well.