Was an idea to write a series of poems where the poems are something or someone and desribe what or who they are and then identifying themselves at the end of the poem, hence I am silence.
I am the moment just before sleep.
The split second before a car wreck
When everything moves slowly
And senses are magnified
A doctor taking a newborn to the NICU
Just after the exhausted mother has stopped
and the chord is cut.
When terrible news is given over the phone
I am time that it takes the news to travel
From ear to mind to emotions
I am silence.
Showing posts with label postmodern. Show all posts
Showing posts with label postmodern. Show all posts
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Out of the best books
I was in a postmodern mood and wanted to create a poem that was very aware of itself and even arogent about itself thinking that it could save the world itself-Incomplete.
This poem, yes, this poem
that you hold in your hands
will save the world, and will be
whispered through the heavens.
It will save humans from the fall.
Not that of Adam and Eve,
but from art creativity and the
voice of human spirit.
These words that you read
will be read again. At the second
coming of Christ, by the angels
who accompany him in all his glory.
This poem, yes, this poem
that you hold in your hands
will save the world, and will be
whispered through the heavens.
It will save humans from the fall.
Not that of Adam and Eve,
but from art creativity and the
voice of human spirit.
These words that you read
will be read again. At the second
coming of Christ, by the angels
who accompany him in all his glory.
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