Slip into Life

Write please write.
Push the pen until it bursts
solar flares on white;
bend it
until it leaks God
until it bleeds sky and soil.

Do not be content with
anything less than what
blinds you. Gaze
beyond your reach
waiting on shades to teach
your eyes your soul your fingertips
to feel for what is needed.

for a time
in the dark
and breath
rhythmically. In
your breath is
an echo of
death and
on hearing it
you slip


10 thoughts on “Slip into Life

  1. Mary Irene says:

    Just incredibly beautiful!

  2. so good to hear this echo of death and reminder of life

  3. diannegray says:

    This is wonderful, Allen. Do you have a book of poetry or have you ever entered your poems in competitions?

    • agjorgenson says:

      Thanks for the encouragement. As to your question, I have only formally submitted poems twice: once to a magazine and the second time to a competition hosted by a magazine. Neither went anywhere, which isn’t altogether surprising. I publish quite a lot in my academic world, and know full well that most magazines/journals have far more submissions than spots. I may yet change my tune, but at this point I am happy to not have to stress about being accepted or not – since I do more than enough of that with theological journals etc. As for a book, I have thought about it from time to time, but am not yet ready to make a plunge!

  4. shoreacres says:

    This one left me feeling a little uneasy. At first, I thought it simply was my personal laziness: not being entirely willing to burst, bend and bleed for the sake of my writing.

    Then, I realized this is the line that was discomfiting: “Do not be content with anything less than what blinds you.” Having experienced a very short period of essential blindness during my eye surgery saga, and a somewhat longer period of associated panic, the thought of pursuing blindness isn’t very appealing!

    Still, as a plea for pushing boundaries, looking more intently, and daring more boldly, the poem works. I like it, very much.

  5. agjorgenson says:

    I have a friend who is just now going through some trying times with the eyes, and can well imagine that this blind motif would strike him cold. It reminds me how we so often read with such different eyes from both the author and other readers. The text is a meeting place and the conversation it host depends, in part, upon the guest.

  6. dianerivers says:

    Words as solar flares, leaking God, blinding me until I am forced to reach farther to feel rather than merely see. What a powerful image this conjures in my mind. It’s what I want from the things I write. Thank you for saying it so well.

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