Chris Lovie-Tyler

Attempts at poetry

Where the Sidewalk Ends

My wife got Shel Silverstein’s Where the Sidewalk Ends 30th Anniversary Edition out of the library for the kids this week, and we’ve been reading poems to each other. It’s a wonderful book. Not only are the poems fun to read, they’re also very good, and often quite profound.

Here are a few of my favourites:

It’s Dark in Here

Hector the Collector

My Rules

Forgotten Language

If I’m honest

I’m tired
and sore

and doubtful
and fearful

I feel old
and resentful

but I’m hopeful

and still drawn
to you

Life shatters all abstractions

I’m tired and sick at the moment, and consequently struggling to find any inspiration to write new poetry, but I have been reading a number of books on poetry, including Christian Wiman’s Ambition and Survival: Becoming a Poet. I copied this striking passage into my journal:

You cannot devote your life to an abstraction. Indeed, life shatters all abstractions in one way or another, including words such as faith or belief. If God is not in the very fabric of existence for you, if you do not find Him (or miss Him!) in the details of your daily life, then religion is just one more way to commit spiritual suicide.

Poems I like #1

There are tonnes of poems I don’t like or understand, and, admittedly, some of the ones below I don’t fully understand either, but I like ’em, so I thought I’d share them with you.

Being the first list, I’m working from a bit of a backlog, so this is longer than it will be in the future.

If you like, or dislike, something in particular, let me know why in the comments.

Building a platform altar

A platform is whatever one finds under one’s feet—and the only thing that is meant to be under a Christian is an altar. Ann Voskamp