Joseph P. DiMino Poet Free verse

A Surgery

Every writer's work
a soulful surgery

we draw from mysterious
substance, submerged man's core
in fluids indefinable – amniotic sea of source
buoyant, yet only mistily determinable, unknown
were it not for subtle leaking

sort of a chill, in search of its draft

a stutter, keeping its voice from 
apparent reason

how can I truly love 
my God! my Christ!
when trapped on a page
with a pen pressured down
mostly always printing in 
favor of 
self-serving 
human treason

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Valsa George March 29, 2023 at 10:38 PM "how can I truly love my God! my Christ! when trapped on a page with a pen pressured down" ! I do agree with what Wendy has written below. But Joe, I too share your regrets. My poetry, sadly encroaches my prayer time. Great poem , dear Joe! Joseph P. DiMino March 30, 2023 at 9:28 AM If all our transgressions, our ego filled obsessions are just poetry -- it would be a far better world.

Gershon Wolf March 29, 2023 at 7:21 PM Keep reaching for that level, Joe. It's 'a level' to always have God front and center before his eyes... But it's worth the effort. (Not that I get anywhere close). ~ Grow and Glow Joseph P. DiMino March 30, 2023 at 9:24 AM We do our best. A psychologist once asked me, "do you really think that God needs your input when it comes to managing creation?" -- I guess not, no more than I need the presence and love of my wife and children.

Speaks Volumes March 28, 2023 at 7:56 PM When you write of love or truth or of His Nature or about His people, I am sure he reads with delight. its a sign of faith to Him to be good at what you do. Joseph P. DiMino March 29, 2023 at 5:29 AM Father delights when we use His Gifts given us, for the intentions they were given. So true! Thank you.