Sometimes when critiquing a poem, I’ll try to exemplify what I mean by using unique imagery to replace a more common exposition. I’m not religious person, but what I’ve attempted to depict here is the common idea of “a delight in and a desire for the divine”, which has been stated a couple trillion times by a couple billion individuals throughout history. So, what could such a thought look if it were purely depictive?

Frostlight

This poem has been published in my book an inkling hope: select poems, available in Kindle and paperback formats. Out of consideration for those who have purchased a copy, I have removed it from this post and online viewing in general.