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2/3/2021 12:13:10 PM
Jennifer Cahill Posts: 13
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Perhaps the "We" in a poem about young "America" can thread the plural pronoun into a universal tapestry:
"We" seek the Sunrise- fiery golden streams, threads of expectancy, not simply of hope. Rarely realized.
Almost always recognized, for we read, we write; we sing, we praise the "American Dream". Or God(s).
"We" are the intricacies of Belief. Of Choice(s). Of a trajectory of fading footprints: "We" take our first steps every "Dawn".
"We" are souls who will vanish unless carved into stone. Or become a portrait on a wall, still viewing the World.
Or our words can be bound-a bandaged sky that allows a Star's light to sift through. And we can see a violet-onyx canvas that beckons
with the glisten ofsterling pinpricks when the sky is dark. For this part of the tapestry: the color is of a petal dipped
into a Harvest palette, blended into a flower of any pigment ever created by Nature, or by Science; a bloom that will turn to the Sun,
that will fold into itself to rest, every twilight. A tapestry of effulgence: rainbow to moonbow; radiation to the splitting
of the photon. The final seams are tat to drape a veil, many veils, to keep secret our true
countenance; to create the facade that bouys while "we" drift..
towards another Sunset.. rubicund golddust that spatters light; a shiny yolk that bleeds..a burst clot.
-- Jennifer Cahill
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