Merry Christmas, a poetic greetings from S Francis
Outside, Grass dressed up with frost Soon we’ll farewell silent night In dreams, the Children still lost As carols wish our hearts be light Merry Christmas…
‘The Butcher’ a first draft poem by S Francis
So broken we begin to reveal our truth Carved from our hearts like butchers Take blade to flesh of an animal Unable to defend itself from…
‘Night can feel cold in winter, not tonight though ‘ a first draft poem by S Francis
Tonight, though, the air outside spreads freshness Leaves decomposing with fallen stalks in the fallow Cornfield. I sit, camouflaged by brush I am just Like this…
‘My Little Wren Friend,’ An Analysis of a Poem
This week I analyze the poem, “My Little Wren Friend” and begin by offering it again with no revision as by the time I posted, it…
Frosted Breath
The day Halloween dressed up as White Christmas On a walk to seek beauty where night mystifies Love laughing at cold closed flowers, early snow A…
The Boy Who Lives, a poem by S Francis
Shattered glass becomes dust like snow when through The shield love bloomed shards fly into their demise. The trick, Halloween dressed up as a White Christmas.…
‘What god has chosen me’ a first draft poem by S Francis
‘What god has chosen me, tangled her truth’ Among the dark roots that swim in dirt Where worms await. I fear nothing… no. Let boasts not…
The Day Halloween Costumed as White Christmas, analysis and revision
Often when on walks I reach a point of clarity when an image, an idea, or a sentence hits me maybe as a melody hits a…
The Road Taken, a poem by S Francis
Yes, I found it, just the road I needed, Less the doubts and questions, Inside woods I know I knew. Now, that done, The snow begins…
‘I am a mere child…’ a first draft poem by S Francis
I am a mere child, sitting at my window Any window, not always ‘mine’ just the one That keeps ‘out there’ out there behind a glass…
Fullbeard Lit 