Poetry and The Note

Last spring I pulled the six titles I had self- published with Amazon off the Kindle Store to be reworked. By that I mean, they were not very professional in appearance or flow due to poor editing and covers.  I have been working on that and will have The Note to the editor and cover artist soon. I hope to have it finished and uploaded by my birthday, March 14th.

I will also have a collection of poetry called, More Felt Than Heard, up and available once again on the Kindle Store by the end of March. I'm looking forward to the finished product . In the process I've learned something about poetry in America.  It does not sell very well. But, that's OK. More Felt Than Heard was never intended to make on the New York Times best seller list.

For the most part it's a collection of  thoughts written poetically in the narrative, biographic and confessional disciplines. I call it, More Felt Than Heard, because I'm convinced we often communicate in a language of feeling. For example, walk through a shopping center and take careful notice of how people communicate by the expression on their faces. Some are happy, while others appear sad, confused, rushed, and desperate. 

Here is another example, If you have been married for a while you know all about the look. My wife can give me, "The Look." and communication has been established. Unfortunately, there have also been times when my words have caused deep hurt which inflicted serious wounds and though she offered no verbal response, the hurt look on her face told the story.

In The Gospel we read how Peter went out and wept bitterly after having made eye contact with Jesus following the denial.  Though they did not speak, communication happened. These represent only a few examples of how we communicate through expression and feeling. That being said, I elected to call my collection, More Felt Than Heard.  Here are a couple of excerpts:


Broken Melody

He was left to wallow in grief
on the day she walked out of
his now empty life.

She was tired in the worst way.
Her once upon a time had not
yet come; hope had faded.

Though he was a musician
who played notes well. the
lyrics of her song never came.

He could not find the key which
unlocked her heart; the language
of her love was foreign to him.

And without his words, the music
was hollow, the melody was flat
and the dance was over.


Tears on the Table 

I saw your tears on the table today.
Together they stood in fellowship
and formed a pool testifying of
this worlds cruel intention.

It seams life has never been fair.
We learned this truth while at recess
on the first day of school, even
children declare nature's curse.

How well I remember, walking
into that room, on the day your
heart was broken,

The pain on your face spoke
more than words. And as for
words, there was only one.

It came louder than a whisper,
but softer than a cry. Bewildered
and numb, you asked me, "Why?"

While theology can never comfort
a grieving mother, experience tells
us, "His heart is good."

AND

He knows your pain.
He feels your loss.
With every injustice
He offers the Cross.


These represent a couple of sketches from More Felt Than Heard expressing a language of feeling and emotion. There are others. The book will be out soon.

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