Mar. 7th, 2010
the poetry meme
Mar. 7th, 2010 01:57 amthe whole post a poem if you see this one. I have been trying to pick a favorite poem to post, but I have too many favorites.
there are some powerful poems here
http://ozarque.livejournal.com/tag/poem many of which may be my favorites. The last poem that broke me hard is there.
but then I start thinking of all the poems that have hit me hard like that, and I get overwhelmed, and think I may spend all night reading poetry. I claim I don't like most poetry, but the stuff I do like, I love. I can't pick just one. I need to represent alice walker, ani difranco, saul williams and emily dickenson. Maybe I should post one of my own instead?
Kassandra
I watch the horizon start to burn again,
while hearing your denials,
this veil you've taken blocks the glare
reflecting from the sea.
Raised in glory, felled by your pride
by your insistence
that what's beautiful is true
and that power is beauty
Torn between my loyalties,
to the snake I love, her power mine
the sun whose voice rolls over me,
and to you, my city, my land.
The serpent speaks to me,
revealing our history,
the lives she and I
have woven through before
the sun's voice in my head,
reminding me of a promise
that I shall lay down in his name
while the city falls
and your city speaks
of a vow made before I could speak,
as my birth-blood fertilizes the ground
you own me too.
and again I see the ships burning
over the far horizon,
as you comment
on the beauty of the sunset.
there are some powerful poems here
http://ozarque.livejournal.com/tag/poem many of which may be my favorites. The last poem that broke me hard is there.
but then I start thinking of all the poems that have hit me hard like that, and I get overwhelmed, and think I may spend all night reading poetry. I claim I don't like most poetry, but the stuff I do like, I love. I can't pick just one. I need to represent alice walker, ani difranco, saul williams and emily dickenson. Maybe I should post one of my own instead?
Kassandra
I watch the horizon start to burn again,
while hearing your denials,
this veil you've taken blocks the glare
reflecting from the sea.
Raised in glory, felled by your pride
by your insistence
that what's beautiful is true
and that power is beauty
Torn between my loyalties,
to the snake I love, her power mine
the sun whose voice rolls over me,
and to you, my city, my land.
The serpent speaks to me,
revealing our history,
the lives she and I
have woven through before
the sun's voice in my head,
reminding me of a promise
that I shall lay down in his name
while the city falls
and your city speaks
of a vow made before I could speak,
as my birth-blood fertilizes the ground
you own me too.
and again I see the ships burning
over the far horizon,
as you comment
on the beauty of the sunset.