At Proverbs 25:2, And Ephesians 2:10

[This poem was inspired by Dalton's use of scatter rhyme

in his poems, "Ode To Snow," and "scattered rhymes"]


When we remove our metaphysically dull shoes

and shirts, and loosen  the cascades of our long tresses;

when we are clad only in our sky-blue, bellbottom jeans,

and beneath those frayed, fringed cuffs, eagerly barefoot

(or our feet sheathed in stripey or semisheer socks)

the inhbitions of the solipsistic ruse

shall no long bind us to our spiritual despair;

and we shall discern the many, perceptual clues

that Christ has generously put

into all of His Creation---

from the vastest constellation

to the gravel's most miniscule rocks;

and all the vitality between

the bucolic preservesand the suburban scene,

and all that it means,

all that it so poetically expresses,

about Him---and His Scriptural and Liturgic Revelation

(despite reformatisticists' deprivation)---

to the worshipful prayer of the Celtic Congregation

in their accute observation

and, of the same, their spiritual conversation;

Christ's Poetry, that His Cosmos' vocation

is privileged to convey and to bear,

 

to us, the Church, the witnesses of Salvation.


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The only necessary words:

The only necessary words: absolutely beautiful 

and also, I'm beginning to consider your insistent repetition

of socks and such as a deliberate satirization.

(Sorry if my theory is an incorrect observation


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Thank you for that

Thank you for that compliment.  For me, socks are a symbol of metonymy, based in large part on my experience and observation as an undergrad, back in the days of the dinosaurs.  That was a much different society, and shoelessness was a tacit admission of other desires; and to acknowledge it (I don't think a day went by without hearing someone, somewhere on campus, say, "Nice socks!" as an icebreaker) was a codified appreciation of beauty.  I met my second collegiate girl friend, who became my first fiancee, by complimenting her socks in the library on Friday, October 20, 1978 (I remember the date because the event was so memorable for me).  We parted, by long distance, two years and ten days later.  But I digress.  Thanks again for the compliment; and, I assure you, I use socks as a symbol of serious metonymy in my poems.  I may try other monkeyshines for fun, but not that.


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Again I apologize. And your

Again I apologize. And your response is extremely honorable: You don't appear to be insulted. A relievf on my part. I also appreciate your historical value of your detailing. It is very intriguing to me. Thank you


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I was not offended in any

I was not offended in any way.  Your comment was stated very politely.


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