as my Lord God
 in His own time
  draws nearer
  incrementally
 strengthening
 building me up
 fashioning me
  in His image
  it baffles me
    imagining
       how
         I

                  .

                  .
 
                  .

         I
       will
    receive
 Him on that
 glorious day
 when His tip
touches mine
how to thank
 and worship
 a Being both
 superior and
identical to me

hi tom

first concrete i have come across here.
loved the concept and message within

cheers

james

Tom,
I love this one to death - excuse the pun ;)

I do alot of typography at my day job and would love to make an image out of this one, just for fun, of course.

Do let me know if you're interested.
Otherwise,
Big thanks,
Ginny

James, I'm so glad you enjoyed this, and Ginny, of course, I'm delighted if you make an image, and curious.
Wanted to have this hanging from the top of the box and seated on the bottom, but when I did that, the stupid photo knocked the top lines out of alignment. -Tom

Concretes are tough for me, as the form sometimes seems forced.  Here, this is not the case.  It brings so many layers - reflection, famous artwork (Sistene Chapel Creation Panel), torture device (iron maiden spikes), ellipsis... great execution.  RLR

thanks, RLR, for such rich reading. Tom

Great concept and a killer ending, Tom

God as an icicle - great thought, Tom. Love it.

milner

Yes! You caught me! Didn't Freud say "Sometimes a stalagmite is just a condom."

Tom,

the beauty is the language and, for me,
the visuals of two bullets rushing towards
each other. 

a violence of affection
or religion
depending on the reader. 

well done!

tiko

Thank you, sir.
There are so many benefits to being a bad artist!
Tom

Reminds me of "Easter Wings" by George Herbbert.  Belongs in Submit, or do you think otherwise?

Thank you, Rick. I will submit it soon. I'm still thinking and listening, about the shape. Tom

moving to submit

you should put some returns in the poem because
your picture is distorting the shape. 

still enjoying it.

thanks,

tiko

Thanks, Tiko. I hope I've fixed it (again!) Something's unstable either in my brain, my computer or this program. Tom

love the form in this. 
love the language.

to picks.

Thank you, Tiko! The whole thing's destabilized again on this screen, so the dots are missing their target, but I'm going to assume it's okay on your screen and leave it alone! Tom

I had this happen once and found that if I brought the first line of the poem below the level of the picture it solved the problem.

thank you, Sue.
it might, but I thought I had it solved by just bringing it all over from the center to the left margin. apparently not. but I want it to stalactite to hang from the ceiling, not midair! whatever. Tom

Just had to have this on the front page...the form follows the subject so well, without distorting the balance of the poem...superb.

So clever!

congrats, Tom.
glad to see this
on front page
this morning.

tiko

Sue, thank you so much!
Lavonne, Silent, Tiko -- and Geoff and Milner, whose good wishes I somehow missed earlier -- thank you all for looking in and the encouraging words. Tom

p.s. sorry if it's out of alignment on your screen. each of my computers shows it differently....but it's the thought that counts, right?

The quintessential monist dilemma. Nicely done, Tom.

                                                         tom mccoy

Tom, Quentin, thank you both for reporting back.
Kinder and better sounds good to me. Tom

Congrats Tom.  The image is powerful, however you want to interpret it. 

Thanks for looking in RLR. Listening to everyone's comments, I've enlarged the field of my own interpretations, thinking What if God really was like a stalactite, and grew Himself only as he created? Tom

congrats.

I hope it won't be for a long time.
Great poem!

Hey, thanks, Scott. Tom

Wow, Tom. I really like this. Maggie

Thanks, Maggie. They quite an invitation, the stalacs and stalags. Tom