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 -
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.
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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ReplyDeleteCheers Elizabeth. I'm rather fond of this one, I'm pleased that you see it as apt.
ReplyDeleteJennifer - 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.
ReplyDeleteJanice, thankyou.
ReplyDeleteA cross poem that didn't make me cross!
ReplyDeleteI like your use of the 'concrete' form, Alicia--and is the statue Rabbie Bruce or William Wallace (or neither)?
ReplyDeleteCheers Tim, I would hate to make you cross. :)
ReplyDeleteHelen, 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 :)
ReplyDeleteA cross poem that hasn't actually curcified anything, leastly words, poetry, meaning. Quite a unique use of asymbol. John
ReplyDeleteThank 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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