July 26, 2010
Reading the guidelines for a poetry contest, one thing they were NOT looking for was poetry with "I" in every line. I understand their point, but to me it was a challenge.
I do not
want I
to write about I.
I do not
wish to know I.
I do not
care about I.
If I write about I
I may come to know I.
I require inscriptions
about the motions of I;
the emotions of another I;
verses relative to the vast un-I
universe that I reside in.
I desire lines
devoid the sound of I;
I call for metaphor
of anything but I.
Write what I know.
I know I.
At least I think
I do.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
A Psalm of the Morning
July 6, 2010
You, Lord, make the earth turn
to see the sun again;
You guide the moon in its orbit
to give light in the darkness.
You, Lord, aged the stars and the galaxies
to shine at the appropriate time;
You alone, Lord, know the edges
of the universe in every direction.
It was You, Lord, that exposed Your thought
and in a micro-nano-millisecond
set in motion the world to come.
How great are You, Lord.
How far more intelligent
than the greatest minds of men combined.
You, Lord, make the earth turn
to see the sun again;
You guide the moon in its orbit
to give light in the darkness.
You, Lord, aged the stars and the galaxies
to shine at the appropriate time;
You alone, Lord, know the edges
of the universe in every direction.
It was You, Lord, that exposed Your thought
and in a micro-nano-millisecond
set in motion the world to come.
How great are You, Lord.
How far more intelligent
than the greatest minds of men combined.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Big Bang
July 5, 2010
This started as a quick assignment in Creative Writing 238. We were instructed to quickly write a list of sounds, select one, write a descriptive paragraph. I selected "car crash" and wrote what I could remember of sounds from a car crash that I had experienced. Looking for notes to another story, I found it and noticed poetry within the text. All of the lines are pared down from the original. As I arranged the lines into a more poetic form, I saw new meaning in the words. Creation. Thus, the last stanza.
no picture before
the attenuated screeching of rubber on pavement
no visual prior
to the dull, unmetallic
thud
of grillongrill
absence of images preceded
cr unc hin g of g la ss
whOOOOOOOsh
exploded into
temporarily sightless eyes
a chasm of time
interrupting
the normal flow of traffic
darkness turning around
blindly facing a new direction
dust and gas and twilight
intertwining
in the confining atmosphere
stumble out coughing
have i been in an accident?
This started as a quick assignment in Creative Writing 238. We were instructed to quickly write a list of sounds, select one, write a descriptive paragraph. I selected "car crash" and wrote what I could remember of sounds from a car crash that I had experienced. Looking for notes to another story, I found it and noticed poetry within the text. All of the lines are pared down from the original. As I arranged the lines into a more poetic form, I saw new meaning in the words. Creation. Thus, the last stanza.
no picture before
the attenuated screeching of rubber on pavement
no visual prior
to the dull, unmetallic
thud
of grillongrill
absence of images preceded
cr unc hin g of g la ss
whOOOOOOOsh
exploded into
temporarily sightless eyes
a chasm of time
interrupting
the normal flow of traffic
darkness turning around
blindly facing a new direction
dust and gas and twilight
intertwining
in the confining atmosphere
stumble out coughing
have i been in an accident?
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