Processional Poems - Poems about Processional

...Driving to nowhere this dashboard, my confessional My actions are my own doing, always discretional Finding clairvoyance in love, most days are exceptional Honest forthright, there is no reason to......Read the rest...

...TRANSIENT  made visible in the eponymous to  first appear a point a in linear perspective  relief with expressive intensity a breath a downcast gaze with furrowed brow a presence   ......Read the rest...

...Do flowers dream a life, do they also dream of their death? That whole process of flowering seems to me ordained, a processional progression towards a culmination one only a natural holiness ......Read the rest...

... "The Pavane" Autumn leaves whistle nonchalantly along the left-behind paths of serendipity hesitantly touch fingers lightly for a while, tipping lost in the wastel......Read the rest...

...Every becoming part of a flower is a meditation by rote. From seed to lovely bloom a processional unfoldment. When the bloom wilts beauty unveils, the flower sleeps as if day were night and a......Read the rest...

...The frog king, enthroned on his stump in the swamp, Throatily cheered the processional romp. The dragonflies darted and buzzed overhead, And kept at safe distance the pink tongue of dread. A ......Read the rest...

...It is a time to keep a reverent pace with the hymnal steps of the heart. The days are become processional, a folding of past raiment’s strained with the fabric of isolation, hardship, ......Read the rest...

...It is a time for congenial chants, for keeping a reverent pace with the hymnal steps of the heart. The year lags behind us setting slowly now laden with all its bygone woes. The days are bec......Read the rest...

...There is a need for quietness today, time drapes itself in velvet curtains. I must move aslant if anywhere needs to be somewhere. I listen to my neighbors toilet flush, It takes a long time fo......Read the rest...

...The Man from Darwen Came there a man from Darwen, In the heart of the Lancashire Hills, A Town of industrial landscape, Coal Mines and large Cotton Mills. These times of hardship and struggle,......Read the rest...

...They walk in single file beside the river. Five young men heads newly shaved, their saffron robes washed so frequently that orange has turned a saffron yellow, a yellow seen in temple lamps at du......Read the rest...

...Do, at night, flowers dream of their death? The thought, admittedly is a poetic one, but I find that absurdity, is often a step ahead of knowledge. I, being less self-absorbed than the frailest w......Read the rest...

...And all the people were gathering; With palms and olive branches in their hands.. There He is Here He comes.. Riding on a donkey..He comes He comes He's here, here He comes Jesus w......Read the rest...

...A canticle I think I'll be, A rimed thought, hoary and ancient, Stinking as the dust heaped up empyreal on the hills of The Judean sands; And as dulled and dimmed as an archaic coin tarnish'd.......Read the rest...

...That empty presence hung upon the day processional – unknowns who held him dear bearing the debt of sadness in their way more apt to crack a joke than shed a tear the joy of him is what they wis......Read the rest...