haven't been here in a while but this page is going to be changed a bit. for anyone who's here there will be a poem up(many by a new favorite author of mine, Wes Kipler) once per week or so. the point will be an open forum to discuss the poem or even share your own (who knows, i may even put yours on the main page if i like it a lot). just sign the guest book w/ your comments or personal entries. enjoy!

Newness of Life

Shrouds of darkness cloud a weary heart.

Can passing time establish a new beginning?

Reoccurring anguish—the cause of great distress

Such that the devoted become uncommitted.

A body, sealed shut, unwilling to accept warmth.

Constant radiance bombards the casket of agony,

Yet it relents not. Secured in what it sees as life.

The passion slowly dies, moving westward,

Across the horizon of life, passing by one last time.

Even still, it relents not. The light, extinguishes,

As a candle overrun with wind would.

Newness of day. A pristine source is rising.

A single beam licks at the unyielding tomb.

Tormenting it with promise of love?

A splinter of hope breaks away as light makes impact.

The man-made vault begins to decay.

The heat of passion works at the cold heart,

Locked in human isolation.

Newness of life, the first day yet to end.

Ray upon Ray constantly wears at the case,

Bearing the core of man.

Time, it seems, has brought the beginning.

--Wes Kipler