John Swain

The grey sky
lays a white road
on days unknown
like my ghost
thrown from mesh
and belonging.
I loved
the red and black
rift of clouds
like a game of chance
torn from the side
of a martyr
whose wound
taught me hatred
of man’s ways.
But I made faith
from disbelief
like a knot of roses
unloosed to open
from the dust.

©2012 This work is the property of the author.


Posted on September 7, 2012, in John Swain, POETRY and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. MM welcomes John Swain, who’s submitted two well crafted and satisfying poems.

  2. Disbelief is a faith also and faith has its own ghost, holy or imaginary, chancing Pascal wager
    for mortal poetry or immortality of his soul,John poses a hatred of men but God so loving the world, this unusually philosophical poem makes a choice for natural law or supernatural grace ,we are left with the existential conventions of the flesh and the existence and essence of a handful of dust.

  3. I love this poem. Strength from tragedy, they key to faith in man.

  4. Beautiful.

    This is my favorite part:
    “like my ghost
    thrown from mesh
    and belonging”

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