Kenny's poetry corner
I don't know what prompted this poem. Maybe working too much. Maybe conflicting feelings of hope and despair when considering different aspects of my life. Only after starting it did I realize it bears a slight resemblence to "A Place in the Sun" by Stevie Wonder. So he might get some credit for that. The opening line was partially inspired by a poem that Jason wrote, too, so I guess I have to give him credit.
The poem is literally optimistic, but something about it is haunting. I don't know why. Anyway, It has interesting meter. I started by trying to meter the lines as alternating syllable counts of 6 and 11 (my birthday is 6/11)to represent my age and my growth being tied up in this poem, a reflection of my need to grow somehow, more, as a person. I ended up not being so picky about the form, as I am trying to not let form constrain me as much as I used to. Sometimes form helps me say what I want to say, but this time it was presenting more of a challenge than a sort of comfortable template.
Anyway...
As the deepening of night
And the lush bloom of the twinkling starlight
As the sun’s awakening
As o’er the naked Earth her rays come singing
So will I come to my own
Even so I will come unto my own
Like the cascading of dawn
That bedews the grass and sets the birds to song
And as the inrush of cloud
Surely leads to rain, and thunder calling loud
So then shall my will be known
Maybe then my tempestuous will be known
As the inrush of a dream
When falling into sleep, yet so vivid seem
And like eyes’ first opening
Will dash fantastic visions that sleep did bring
So shall I slowly wake
So then shall I rise slowly and awake
The poem is literally optimistic, but something about it is haunting. I don't know why. Anyway, It has interesting meter. I started by trying to meter the lines as alternating syllable counts of 6 and 11 (my birthday is 6/11)to represent my age and my growth being tied up in this poem, a reflection of my need to grow somehow, more, as a person. I ended up not being so picky about the form, as I am trying to not let form constrain me as much as I used to. Sometimes form helps me say what I want to say, but this time it was presenting more of a challenge than a sort of comfortable template.
Anyway...
As the deepening of night
And the lush bloom of the twinkling starlight
As the sun’s awakening
As o’er the naked Earth her rays come singing
So will I come to my own
Even so I will come unto my own
Like the cascading of dawn
That bedews the grass and sets the birds to song
And as the inrush of cloud
Surely leads to rain, and thunder calling loud
So then shall my will be known
Maybe then my tempestuous will be known
As the inrush of a dream
When falling into sleep, yet so vivid seem
And like eyes’ first opening
Will dash fantastic visions that sleep did bring
So shall I slowly wake
So then shall I rise slowly and awake