Patently Trite

Gary Edward Geraci

 

A round white wheat host

Is the mode You have chosen

To be here and now

 

Gary Edward Geraci

  • Author: Gary Edward Geraci (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 26th, 2023 13:22
  • Comment from author about the poem: Divine Simplicity is a theme well travelled in the Catholic intellectual tradition. I wrote the poem “Patently Trite” for a fellow poet. We were having a discussion on the word “trite” and whether “trite” words have a place or not in poetry. My reply, yes, especially in explicitly religious poetry where the object is God. Notice the one syllable “trite” words in this poem. How about the stripped down poetic format of the Haiku? Does it work? What about the choice our Lord makes in appearing in a bland piece of bread? - Perhaps all “trite” to contemporary secular sensibilities.
  • Category: Haiku
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Comments2

  • orchidee

    Good write Gary - just as I was doing a poem on the theme of 'bread of life'. I don't always post poems in the order I write them.
    Is it more than symbolic for you, the bread and the wine?
    Of Protestant tradition, I often include the word 'symbol' in those sort of poems.

    • Gary Edward Geraci

      Thanks Orchidee for sharing your theology of the Holy Eucharist. Many Catholics, I have to qualify this because there are many ‘wanting’ Catholics who see the Eucharist as only a symbol, but, unashamedly, the rest of us WORSHIP the Eucharist (both bread and wine) as the Real Presence of Christ Himself (John Chapter 6). Yes, no-less than Christ before us - the substance of the bread and wine having changed in a miraculous way to the substance of our Lord. Only the ‘accidents’ of the bread and wine remain: shape, texture, taste, the ability to transmit germs, etc.

    • orchidee

      Then again, there is 'titre' (stet) meaning diluted or concentrated, so not that far from 'trite'.
      Dilute that orange/lemon squash, or it bows your head off - bleurgghhh!



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