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:
I BELIEVE ~ 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?
I think most of us can relate to the last line!
Well the dedication says it all! LOL
I really liked this one. It’s so curvy in its movement.