RE: Great Poetry
July 2, 2019 at 9:09 pm
(This post was last modified: July 2, 2019 at 9:14 pm by LadyForCamus.)
To be clear, I’m not putting this here because I think it’s “great” (ha!), but I know some folks were posting personal work so I thought it would be fun to share. Constructive criticism is always welcome. I workshop regularly on another forum so I’m quite comfortable with critique. 🙂
Tethered
When I die I’d like to stay;
to weave around the filaments
of organized matter, and make
a home on the riverbank.
What is a heaven
without slippery pebble, and frothing peaks;
without the slow groan of dock line
tugging on sun-stung fishing boats
in meter with the tide?
You can keep your angels;
I’ll swoop with the great blue heron,
scanning watery bottoms for the emerald flash
of stray rock bass, and swirl
in the luster of lighthouse beams
that have married with the morning fog.
If I grow lonely
after everyone has passed,
I’ll just swallow the wet sand,
and slam into the rocking boat hulls
until there’s nothing left,
and I am the river -
the clusters of catfish eggs,
and the spiny legs of scuttling blue crayfish.
I am the silt that touches everything.
Don’t bother beckoning me.
I won’t fit inside a paradise.
Tethered
When I die I’d like to stay;
to weave around the filaments
of organized matter, and make
a home on the riverbank.
What is a heaven
without slippery pebble, and frothing peaks;
without the slow groan of dock line
tugging on sun-stung fishing boats
in meter with the tide?
You can keep your angels;
I’ll swoop with the great blue heron,
scanning watery bottoms for the emerald flash
of stray rock bass, and swirl
in the luster of lighthouse beams
that have married with the morning fog.
If I grow lonely
after everyone has passed,
I’ll just swallow the wet sand,
and slam into the rocking boat hulls
until there’s nothing left,
and I am the river -
the clusters of catfish eggs,
and the spiny legs of scuttling blue crayfish.
I am the silt that touches everything.
Don’t bother beckoning me.
I won’t fit inside a paradise.
Nay_Sayer: “Nothing is impossible if you dream big enough, or in this case, nothing is impossible if you use a barrel of KY Jelly and a miniature horse.”
Wiser words were never spoken.
Wiser words were never spoken.
