June 30, 2007

  • Onward

     

    A man rose trembling on the shore

    Where the sea had newly birthed him

    His hands he ran down his wet form

    To wipe the slime of old creation

    And found his lean limbs ready

    For joy and death

     

    Before him lay the forest’s tangle

    Beyond that rose the beckoning hills

    On whose crest stood a place tall

    That gleamed beneath the mastering sun

    As though it were of diamonds rare

    Yet of tomb’s shape

     

    How shall I tread, he asked the sky

    But sky gave back no answer

    Though parrots shrieked amid the trees

    If I tread life, will it not bleed

    Lying crushed beneath my feet

    So I would die

     

    If I stand silent, will I not rot

    Here on this burning salty strand

    And all my promise so deny

    To ignore thus this untrod sand

    And His gift spurn

     

    The waves crashed violent at his back

    The thunder rolled about him loud

    With nervous start he stepped out

    His paces to the dark jungle

    Driven to act

     

    With each hard tread he crushed on life

    On snail or grass or butterfly

    Much as he placed his steps with care

    And from his footprints oozed blood

    Yet sprang up white roses also

    To his relief

     

    For the grim crimson of the One

    Added fire to the other’s calm

    And the cool beauty of the One

    Made excuse for the other’s gore

    In purpose twining

     

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    http://www.amazon.com/Wake-Raven-Graham-Worthington/dp/193424807X/sr=8-1/qid=1170299933/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/102-4790616-8172131?ie=UTF8&s=books

     

Comments (8)

  • I’d be mad at you if you were one of those people who wrote really well and never did anything with it.
    Not even kidding.

  • Love the poem. I am still reading. I realize I am unsufferably slow…. I have had much work to do, so only get small bits of time for pleasure. Was this poem inspired by the book?

    Hugs, Tricia

  • Haha, I just love you.

  • How shall I tread, he asked the sky
    But sky gave back no answer
    –I feel like this.

  • Can a man be born from the sea?   I was discussing with a friend of mine just yesterday.. about a shoal of fish found on a street in Denmark recently.  He thought perhaps there was a pond in the sky,  whereas I believe they were probably sucked up by a giant in the sky… 

    Still  not quite so amazing as a man being born from the sea…   that must have been amazing

  • What is twining?    Is that like two people making rope or something?

    Oh look  I poem’d 

  • So is your computer working now?
    Hugs, Tricia

  • So weird. I tried to get to Wake of the Raven through Amazon’s search and it said it wasn’t there. I was able to get there via your blog. I voted accordingly.

    I really do mean to write you a review. I’ve just been insanely busy all June, now I came down with something (probably letdown from all the nutso work I was doing). I’ll get to it, I promise.

    Lynn

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