Accidental Glory

I’m not a poet, but once in a while I’ll write a few lines intended to be lyrics. Last June I wrote Ta Ta to Cha on the back of some form. It was to the tune of The Carpenters Goodbye to Love ballad. I thought it was pretty amusing and sung it for a few weeks, but now I don’t even know where it is, and I don’t remember any of the lines describing our sweet season in Chattanooga, Tennessee.

The only serious poem that I have ever written I wrote in response to the sunrise above in 2017. I marveled at the beauty and thought to myself about how silly it would be to believe that such glory could be an accident, and that such a belief is not a benign mistake but ultimately destructive.