tales of the fallen
tossed upon on a frothy wave
the sea is my name a 'callin
they say the righteous walk the path
tow the line and miss the wrath
ive grown fonder of the grey
live, let be, and come what may
ive pondered the mystery of me
and of you and him and we
but the bisecting lines dont connect
a grand puzzle, and only defect
no learned man discovers why things grow from cocoons
or why masses of sand create dunes
or why pharoahs lay in tombs
the mind will surely resort to doom
so let the butterfly be
and the seed embrace its mother tree
knowledge cant forever be the key
it grabs you by the feet and turns you into a restless bee
praise be to the One who knows these thoughts afar
on them the mind doth prey
but He is aquainted with my way
so we pray, and He orders the day
the day of mugs and bugs
the travelers's hugs
of things swept under the rugs
of yours and mine and ours
like a clock
we are the tick, he the hand
we strangers rest in a foreignor's land
to be taken up at his providential pick
Margaret-
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed your poems. This one caught my eye. Negative first, I didn't understand the rhyme scheme. It was different in each stanza. But on the positive side, the rhyming for me was not too distracting. The poem flowed well throughout. I especially enjoyed the first couple of stanza's. This was one of my favorites. Good job!
-Becca
I enjoyed this poem. I like all of the references you made and imagery tools. I also thought that the separate rhyme scheme within each poem was a bit confusing. I also thought that you could have ended on a stronger note. I feel that the purpose of this poem should be a bit more clearer, right now, I feel like it is going completely over my head. Very deep poem, great job! I had fun reading it.
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ReplyDeleteWat did you mean by "ive grown fonder of the grey?" I interpret this line to mean living in the middle neither black nor white, in the middle-free. I think this is a powerful line and a great piece. I've enjoyed your body of work this semester.