Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Cross



This
Day
I haven't had a single thought
That isn't cross
Heavy
Hard
Angry
So
Smile
There
Will
Be
No
Poetry
 This Day


A..J. Ponder - author page

I wrote this over a year ago now, March the fifth to be exact.   Strange that it should echo back now so that it was the only poem I could think of for this week.  Maybe it is because the cross is such a potent symbol -- it can mean so many things.  And so I offer this cross, one of many, so that it may be shared.  








12 comments:

  1. Alicia, it is very uncanny to think that this poem was written a year ago and has played out to make posting it seem so very apt. Thank you for sharing.

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  2. Cheers Elizabeth. I'm rather fond of this one, I'm pleased that you see it as apt.

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  3. Jennifer - yes, I remember feeling so down when I started writing this - and it took a more humorous turn. Pleased you shared the joke, so cheers for your comment.

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  4. A cross poem that didn't make me cross!

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  5. I like your use of the 'concrete' form, Alicia--and is the statue Rabbie Bruce or William Wallace (or neither)?

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  6. Cheers Tim, I would hate to make you cross. :)

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  7. Helen, thanks - and the statue - well I was pretty desperate to find ANYTHING because it was eating into my writing time. So I was just really pleased to find a crusader like figure with a cross hilt sword that didn't look to be copyright - it ticked all the boxes :)

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  8. A cross poem that hasn't actually curcified anything, leastly words, poetry, meaning. Quite a unique use of asymbol. John

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  9. Thank you John, that's a very sweet (and clever) compliment and I'm sorry not to have replied earlier. I have been unwell.

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