193rd Virtual Poetry Circle

Welcome to the 193rd Virtual Poetry Circle!

Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.

Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s books suggested. Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.

Also, sign up for the 2013 Dive Into Poetry Challenge because its simple; you only need to read 1 book of poetry. Please sign up to be a stop on the 2013 National Poetry Month Blog Tour and visit the stops on the 2012 National Poetry Month Blog Tour.

Today’s poem is from Bernadette Geyer:


                        ~  for Tammy Faye, 1942-2007

The longer I live, the less I believe
in the singular rightness
of what I have chosen to believe.

And I’ve begun
to believe in the rightness of belief,
in general.

I’ve begun to believe that, maybe,
I’ve been wrong
all along about Chaucer’s Pardoner,

his bags of stones
and sheep-bone relics. Maybe,
sometimes, the ends

do justify the means, and every falseness
has its moment—
however brief—of sacred truth.

Then again, maybe belief
in a “prosperity gospel” is simply easier
than belief in nothing.

So pardon me
as I gather my precious bones
into this bag

I call body. These penance-worn rags
no relics. And me?
No saint anyone should believe in.

What do you think?


  1. I think most of us can relate to the last line!

  2. Well the dedication says it all! LOL