The Author and his wife at the PAX Cross, 4-2013
The room where they serve the mass one can
almost walk past the tall cross in the dark corner, when not in service, easily
overlooked. But vivid when noticed, and resembles Jesus Christ quite well. His
body limps back, loosened here and there against the wooden shaped cross, sleek
and dark, smooth to the fingers. It is clear, the life size body serves all,
resembles Christ’s vows.
I look up to the right ribcage, then to His face, there is something in
this figure, in life that doesn’t know it is just fiberglass, I drop my eyes and
touch the feet, and my body trembles inside. I touch the back of the cross,
swirls of energy comes, rushes through me. All at once I am transfixed. I love
wherever is happening to me. I withdraw my hand, fingers.
Last night I dreamt with a heavy chest, of the cross, not often have I.
#3858 (4-20-2013)
Notes on Poetic Prose and the poem: First, the function of poetry is to nurish
the spirit. I think this poem does. Second, he story in poetic prose is more
important than the language, I believe. Third, the poem should grip into the
reader’s skin. Forth, come close to the object. Five, focus is on the changes
the mind goes through as it observes. Six, the poem allows the poet to be
intimate; this is where its strength is. Seven, often spontaneous. Eight, the
poet is allowed to stay with his senses. Nine, between the personal and
impersonal, there is no tension, as one can see in “The PAX Cross”. Ten, the
current has taken out most of the: it, it is, or or it’s for the o’s or oo’s or
ow…allowing for a better flow. Of the 153-words to the poem, 40-have o’s.
