Christina Rossetti - she always did have a knack for wrapping melancholy in silk and leaving us to untangle the knots. Her poem here, with its mournful musings and botanical regrets, is no exception. It’s a lament, to be sure, but one that blooms with quiet beauty even as it wilts under the frost of … Continue reading Tending Life’s Garden: A Reflection on Christina Rossetti’s Warning
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T. S. Eliot’s Little Gidding & The Waste Land
T. S. Eliot’s Little Gidding is the grand finale of Four Quartets, a poem of spiritual reckoning and renewal that reads like a soul’s dark night before the dawn. It is a tapestry woven with threads of history, theology, and poetry, each stitch pulling the reader deeper into Eliot’s meditative vision of time, suffering, and redemption. The poem … Continue reading T. S. Eliot’s Little Gidding & The Waste Land
Oh, Kiss Me, Autumn
Autumn has arrived. Last night, plagued by restless sleep, I found myself unable to surrender to slumber. Instead, I toyed with words, letting them tumble and twist, a late-night distraction born of weary thoughts. What began as a simple exercise in the haze of sleeplessness soon transformed, and somewhere amidst that nocturnal rambling, a poem … Continue reading Oh, Kiss Me, Autumn
Sleep Brings No Joy…
For countless years, sleep has been an unrelenting adversary in my life. Each night, I find myself locked in a relentless battle against the elusive embrace of Morpheus. When sleep does finally claim me, it is rarely a sanctuary. Instead, it becomes a stage for dark and tormenting dreams, sinister and vivid, that unravel my … Continue reading Sleep Brings No Joy…
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