For your holiday reading pleasure, here are a few pieces from the winter edition of our literary magazine, The Fountain Pen. Enjoy! And Happy New Year from Fountain House!
by charles tenaglia
...approaching the light of maturity
with no intrinsic fear of flame...
drowning in their own passions
unbridled sweet innocence and wonder
TO SIT QUEENLY ENTHRONED
AGE AND FERMENT
SOUR AND BENT
Open up your ears, like the petals of a rose.
Allow them to listen to my woes,
spreading their wisdom as a flower pollinates the air.
Open up your eyes,
like the morning glory awakens each day,
force the pupils to navigate their surroundings,
looking for sites, both natural and not.
Let your hands feel your surroundings,
as the limbs of the tress touch the atmosphere around them.
The heavens and the earth surround you,
affording you the opportunity to explore the unknown,
to unlock the secrets that are unknown to me;
You can be my savior
rescuing me from myself,
from the floods of nature
that can destroy me
if the gods do not intervene.
THE CHINK IN MY ARMOR
Thomas Emerson Jones
Faint music, which is foreign to me
Wisps in my open window
As I gently rock myself to its beat.
A tree with leaves of green
Touch me through the glass
Reminding me to be alive.
The roar of a jet plane up above
Wakes me up to reality
Of my fantasy life.
The world seems so large
Through the chin of my armor
I am laden with worry and doubt
But I must break free
From my ties
For I am strapped down
Preparing to be
Put under the sharp edge
Of my fear.