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Goretti Publications

Poetry

In an effort to publish more frequently, Goretti Publications is offering poetry on a more regular basis here. Published primarily in HTML (though we may eventually publish a pdf and print version, when there's enough material), we hope this will provide a source of good poetry in a world which does not have enough.

Published Wednesdays.

Index of First Lines Index of Topics Poems from the First Year

The Creeping Cold of Night

Donald P. Goodman III

Another Advent-themed poem, exploring the retreat of nature beneath the soil in the wintertime, the encroaching cold, and the salvation from death offered by the sun. The Creeping Cold of Night

The Mother and the Child

Donald P. Goodman III

A contemplation of the love of the mother for her child; the love of the child for the mother; and the incredible depth of the connection when the two are combined. The Mother and the Child

Advent 1202

Donald P. Goodman III

An offering in the idiosyncratic anapestic heptameter, contemplating the earth-shattering nature of the coming of Christ. Advent 1202

The Vast Forever

Donald P. Goodman III

Yet another attempt to contemplate the incredible scope of the universe in time and space, and how small we are in comparison to it. The Vast Forever

We are Goldfish

Donald P. Goodman III

A double dozzet, describing the hugeness of time and space, and how tiny we all are in comparison. We are Goldfish

Enthusiasm

Donald P. Goodman III

A very short comparison of enthusiasm and real love. Enthusiasm

The Vast Expanse

Donald P. Goodman III

A poem exploring how huge the universe is, and how hopeless the task of comprehending it for finite creatures. The Vast Expanse

Seek Not for Youth

Donald P. Goodman III

Starting out with some strong imagery, this piece ponders the modern pursuit of youth and how fruitless and nonsensical it is. Seek Not for Youth

Castles Made of Sand

Donald P. Goodman III

Thoughts on the fleeting nature of even our strongest enthusiasms. Castles Made of Sand

The Paradox of Life

Donald P. Goodman III

A series of paradoxes that apply to life in general, and note the ultimate meaninglessness of death when life itself is properly understood. A few tougher rhymes in this one. The Paradox of Life

Autumn

Donald P. Goodman III

A rumination on autumn, life, and death. Autumn

Pouring

Donald P. Goodman III

A brief rumination on the symbolic importance of fasting, here in an Ember week. Pouring

A Plague Infects the Roses

Donald P. Goodman III

Another poem ruminating on the current ecclesiastical crisis. This one again starts very dark, and the use of enjambment in the first dozzet serves to make the reader feel harried and breathless; but it does turn up in the second and third dozzet. A Plague Infects the Roses

A Nightmare Neverending

Donald P. Goodman III

A nightmare. That is, literally a nightmare, the feelings that many of us are having during these dark times. Of course, God is there to resolve them; but for this poem, we focus on our own inability to do so. A Nightmare Neverending

Uncertainty

Donald P. Goodman III

A rumination on the fact that, though many things are predictable, very few are certain; the birds and the flowers prepare for winter, but they're really just guessing, and sometimes they're early or late. We really know very little about the world around us. Uncertainty

The Death of Christendom

Donald P. Goodman III

An alliterative poem, which at length explores the rise and fall of what we knew as Christendom, and concludes with hope for its resurrection. The Death of Christendom

The Vast Ripostes

Donald P. Goodman III

A contemplation on the way our coasts are formed over countless years, and the way that such a peaceful environment is formed by such huge conflict. The Vast Ripostes

The Lay of Lady Poverty

Donald P. Goodman III

Another alliterative piece, this one laments the incredible, indeed indescribable, agony thatis hunger; yet then goes on to ponder why and how one might embrace it. Obvious allusions to St. Francis's Lady Poverty. The Lay of Lady Poverty

Comes Now the Rain

Donald P. Goodman III

A paean to the life-giving refreshment of the rain, which brings water to quench the thirst and cool the heat. Comes Now the Rain

Defeat Oneself

Donald P. Goodman III

Along the lines of Defeat Thyself, a slightly different rumination on the importance of conquering onself before attempting to conquer one's enemies. Defeat Oneself

To a Father

Donald P. Goodman III

A dozzet concerning the influence of a father on a man's life, even if the man himself doesn't realize it. To a Father

The Phoenix

Donald P. Goodman III

A new take on an old metaphor. The phoenix does, as usual, represent the cycle of birth and death, here it is turned to a singular purpose. The Phoenix

A Poet on his Father

Donald P. Goodman III

Our first alliterative poem, this details the emotions and thoughts of the poet on the death of his father, and beseeches the prayers of the reader for him. A Poet on his Father

The Goldfish

Donald P. Goodman III

We consider the goldfish, famous for his short attention span and tiny perspective, and imagine him as having man's assurance of the completeness of his knowledge. We note that this assurance is foolish, and consider how foolish man's must be, as well, given the shortness of our time on earth and how little of the universe we can know. The Goldfish

Come, See the Smoke

Donald P. Goodman III

A loving examination of the beautiful symbolism of incense and the thurible at Mass, trying to encompass the sight, sound, and smell of it. Come, See the Smoke

The Silver Light

Donald P. Goodman III

Presenting the figure of a lady in the night, and then the moon in the sky, we compare and eventually identify these two, and note how the cool, silvery light of the moon is ultimately just the warm, golden light of the sun reflected onto earth. The comparison to the Blessed Virgin Mary is immediately evident; and we note that moonlight can be just as good as sunlight for those who are blind, if that's what they're able to see. The Silver Light

The Dove of Fire

Donald P. Goodman III

Amidst the rejoicing of Pentecost, this poem was written. It's not subtle, but it does aptly express the joy of the Christian at the coming of the Holy Spirit. Combining the two primary symbols of the Holy Spirit (the dove and the flame), we contemplate how the Holy Ghost comes in after the Ascension. It echoes some of the symbolism from our earlier poem for Easter, Alleluia! The Sun has Arisen, but I think that's fair theologically and historically, given that the works of the Three Persons are the works of each and every, and that Christ Himself was incarnate of the Holy Spirit. The Dove of Fire

The Lady Cardinal

Donald P. Goodman III

In continued keeping with our recent nature theme, we turn now to the female cardinal. Less showy (some would say less gaudy) than her mate, the female cardinal has a unique beauty all her own. We contemplate that beauty and how it speaks to us. The Lady Cardinal

The Cardinal

Donald P. Goodman III

In keeping with our nature theme for the last two weeks, we present another poem concerning the lovely sights of spring. The cardinal remains in the area for the winter, of course, but one caught my eye on a walk recently, and in the lovely spring day this poem came out of it. The Cardinal

The Dandelion, Revisited

Donald P. Goodman III

We have already addressed this beautiful little flower once before; here, in honor of their blooming once again in this beautiful spring, we honor them again. The Dandelion, Revisited

All Hail the Spring!

Donald P. Goodman III

Inspired by my daily walks this spring, this poem poured forth. Less "deep" than most of the recent work I've posted, this is pure revelry in the beauties of spring, with only brief reflection on how brief those beauties are, and how they will return again. Also written entirely in couplets, which is an unusual form for me. All Hail the Spring!

My Brother

Donald P. Goodman III

St. Francis famously referred to his body as his "brother the ass," referring to its brutishness and the difficulty of controlling it. St. Thomas Aquinas also compared defeating temptation to supporting one side in a fight: we feed the fighter we hope will win, but we deprive the fighter we hope will lose. So when we fight aspects of our selves, we starve those aspects, and feed the aspects that we wish to rise and win. This poem echoes both these metaphors, along with a modernized version of one of Plato's famous analogies about the passions as opposed to the reason. My Brother