Realisation

[milo]

Remembering a walk beneath the pier, this starts out as perfect and unobtrusive IP, I wonder if you considered writing this one as a sonnet?
supported by posts like Grecian columns I have a tough time envisioning grecian columns supporting a pier(?) this has to be a pretty fancy pier!!
rotting deep within a silent forest,
I was a little confused here. Is the pier rotting or the columns? and, also, a pier in a forest, DEEP within a forest? seems strange.

then how I stepped onto the beach beyond,
ok, grammatically, you are comma splicing and you do it a few times in this poem, I am not sure what the purpose is. I also think "how" might be the wrong word.
where huts in the distance blurred in a light
that mocked their wooden objectivity,
this line is perfect ip again, also rather clever
I realise that I don't need Jesus.
Dead men and women have done more for me
than Jesus, the saints, and all of their troops.

it is weird to contrast dead men and women with . . . well, pretty much dead men
Poets gave hope when Sunday school could not.

I writhe in nature, like a Romantic,
record its tensions, like an Imagist,
lament its silence, like Confessionals.
Poetry is what lies beyond mankind,
poems the violent oneness with God.

this second half seems so much weaker than the first, you spend too much time preaching instead of showing if you know what I mean.
They are the birth, death and resurrection.

all-in-all, an interesting read. I prefer the parts with the specifics and the imagery although there might be some confusion in your images. There is something awkwardly self serving in a poem telling us /what/ poems and poetry is/are if you know what I mean.

milo