Everyone makes mistakes, including the Fat Kid. See, I forgot that we were headed out of town for the Easter holiday, and would have no internet access for the weekend. So, today, you get a two-fer!!!! Yep, two poems, one for yesterday, one for today. Happy Easter to one and all. I hope your day was joyous, and you got to spend it doing whatever it is you like to do. Whether Christian, Jew, Agnostic, Kabalist, or even atheist - I hope you spent the day and or weekend becoming closer to whatever moves you.
Morning Prayer
I hear the morning-song of Spring;
The waking of birds to the glow
of a not-yet risen sun.
Cold clouds of life - mist shooting from flaring nostrils
I see the silver-blue sky through the canopy above.
Hues unimaginable in the spectrum we know,
Cloudless, still, and perfect.
And in all, I feel the breath of the Creator;
the breeze through the leaves,
life teeming in wild abundance.
And I am grateful to You, O God,
that I have been here to bear witness
to this, Your Majesty.
Tears
Tears are hot and first,
cooling rapidly on the cheek
as they roll to water the the ground.
How many tears must fall
until the fertile earth springs
forth anew?
until the plants grow again?
When will she no longer need to cry?
Thanks for reading.
The Fat Kid
1 comment:
Alright, I'm a few days late in this response, but as you said yourself, better late than never.
Morning Prayer was very interesting to read. I wasn't quite sure what to make of it on the first read; I'm still not sure I have it nailed down after multiple readings. It feels like half landscape, half sensory perception, half meditation that mixes Wordsworth with e.e. cummings. This does a few things: there are some moments and phrases that really break out, that I can really feel. However, I also have difficulty latching onto the main point of the poem; I have a fair idea of what the main thrust of the piece should be, but it feels slightly out of focus, as if the maneuvering of a few key words or phrases would snap any wayward sense into shape, clearing the way.
Tears reads much, much simpler. I was a little confused by the short first stanza (and not just because of the few typos), but it works well enough to preface the main single question of the second and third. This poem begs the reader to ask their own questions, the first of which center around the poem itself lacking almost any concrete details about the cause for the tears. The second stanza hints at vague reasons, and maybe that's ok. Nice work on both!
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