Theodore Roska's Poems

iam not moving along sequent some sequential path, marking off a check point of things. But were trying to move very slowly in evocative, poetic language. The cadences of which bears witness to or causes a certain residence with the presence of god embodied in these intimations of this. Another big challenge at this then, is not to dismiss the awakenings because when the moment passes, the ego self that was transcended in this moment is sceptical. Well, it was just a moment of fantasy. In a certain moment of emotional stirring or miss faringa snapsus. And i carry the remembrance of it in my heart. Here's an image. Imagine a father picking his