Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Green

Oh, pray I, that when I've been,
I'll naught have missed the color green,
Her hue's of life when brought in spring,
Cause even the rocks to sing.
She tells us true when winter ends,
And gallantly the browns defend,
Her undergirth of strength they be,
Though ne're as beautiful as She.
So, say I, now that I've gone,
Live, you, to adore her lovely gown,
For though a promise She may not be,
A sign of a keeping, that is She.

I wrote this in 1993 one early April morning when I was awestruck by the greens of Spring. Its always been one of my favorites, and thought I'd introduce with a question as to how much interest there is in poetry here, too. Let 'er rip, folks, I'm ripe for comments.

GU
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5 comments:

Theresa said...

That was beautiful. I have always been impressed with poetry I however was never really good at it.

I did however get inspired and just wrote one a few weeks ago. I am a little lost trying to find my way around here. I am not blog savey..so with that said I guess I can put my poem here, so here it is

A Single Tulip Worshiped In The Wind

I watched a tulip as it danced in the wind
It seemed to be dancing to an audience of one
It knew not that I watched, as it swayed to and fro
Lost in the essence of its creation, it worshiped all alone
Not a care, not a matter for it knew of its beauty
And its purpose in that field
To worship its creator till its last petal withered.

Oh how I longed to be that tulip
So sure and so perfect
It had no fear of lack
It worshiped without hindrance
It worshiped without doubt
To be lost in the presence of God
I could only imagine

To what is my purpose as I stand here alone?
To be lost in the essence of my creation
To know of my beauty
To worship my creator until my last breath taken
Ah, I begin to sway to and fro and release my soul
For now I know, the tulip is but a secondary thought made for me
For I am the marvel that God himself has breathed

August 5, 2008 at 11:42 PM
GeekUnderling said...

Very, very nice, Ann Garci. Poetry, in my mind, is something very difficult to critique because who is a (wo)man to criticize another (wo)man's inspiration? One beauty though, is along the same line. Like the Scripture, you understanding is affected depending where you are in your walk.
I loved the line "lost in the essence of its creation, it worshiped all alone". That carries so much for me. Thanks for sharing.

August 6, 2008 at 7:09 AM
jkc said...

Okay, y'all (hi from Okie-land!) are amazing! I've never been able to write poetry but I'm going to try and change that. I've bought this great book by Stephen Frye called "The Ode Less Travelled" that goes through the mechanics of different kinds of poetry in a wonderfully funny and relaxed way.

GU...the imagery of your poem was beautiful and the meter just made it roll off the tongue. Really nice!

AG...when you log in, do you go to a page that has our blog name, "view blog," etc? If so, look under the blog name and there should be something about adding a post. Click on that and you should be able to post away. However, I'm going to add your beautiful poem as a post so everyone can enjoy it!

August 6, 2008 at 8:25 AM
Sally said...

I do declare, (very southern dialect) you can write in any form you choose, and it's good. I love poetry. I never thought about how "Green" was so controlling and how "She" relinquished only part of her control to "Brown". Interesting!!

August 7, 2008 at 9:25 AM
Anonymous said...

The only thing I really know for sure about poetry is that, other than the occasional dry haiku, I can't pull it off. Like you said, GU, it's hard to critique because it's so rooted in emotion and capturing a moment or a feeling.

That said, I enjoyed your effort and am glad that this forum has become a home to writing in many different forms.

August 8, 2008 at 11:14 PM

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