Paul Rowley
Creative Writing II
2/5/10
Poetry Assignment 1
Ode to Colorful, Shiny Sea-Glass
If your heart is clad in stone,
I pray there still be dimensions to heal,
For if not, your spirit will be glass blown,
Cracking, and longing to anneal.
But my aura began as molten light, then shaped for a person its own,
In heavens kingdom, by he, the glass welder alone.
And lo! It’s fall from felicity’s fays was not as such,
For it were more in the nature of a transcending,
A luminous alma was received by my infant being,
And kindled my first touch;
What a precious god-sending,
Hath ascended from kingdom come, a creation of the welder all-foreseeing
So he begets another radiant essence to bring about the fight,
To “see what God hath wrought” for light to conquer darkness;
The welder sent vivid innocence to dwell in a watery, permanent night,
Among a galaxy of sea stars, they, the smooth, round and colorful glass, lie in beautiful starkness.
And he says, “Fear not, for I am the artist, the science and thy soul,”
And off his vessel’s foreyard, he throws the glass shards into the sea,
Cast away, disappearing to the great depths below;
But you’d no need to condole,
For the pieces are brilliant debris, after they fell to Earth like you and me,
Illuminating the bottom, spread out like toppled dominoes.
So the next time you find a piece of the welder’s art,
Place it back were you saw it, where it can shine,
For ocean currents will timely bring back together all the broken parts,
And their light will spiral together, like a delicate, silk twine.
Terminology:
Anneal (v)- to heat, then cool, such as in steel or glass- to repair.
Felicity (n)- the quality or state of being very happy; in this poem, used to describe heaven.
Fays (n)- Fairies; small beings in human form, compared to angels.
Alma (n)- Soul, spirit- in this section, I tried to describe the spirit’s journey to human body: “precious god-sending”- narrator as infant.
Beget (v)- to parent, to produce
Foreyard (n)- yard on the lower mast of a ship used to support the foresail.
February 24th, 2010 at 10:13 am
I have never liked poetry. I do not know why I detest it so much. I enjoy reading old texts and poetry is usually quoted by the authors of old at least once in their manuscripts. I will always try to read it, but would just skip it in the end. That being said, your piece reminds me of all of the ones I skipped. Since the ones I past over were usually written by the best, I would have to say yours is very good. I do not see why you could not pass creative writing II easily. I would even hazard to say your professor commented on this piece favorably. I would like to add; I am glad it is you instead of me who is forced to write poetry.
February 24th, 2010 at 5:40 pm
Hahaha, thank-you, I’m glad. I know what you mean, Poetry can be… well, dull, occasionally, and detestable to read sometimes. There are poems I really hate too. So I’m glad you picked up on it, because I tried to model my poem on those kinds of poems. I am doing really well in the class, and my professor did say he really enjoyed it. Thank-you very much
July 5th, 2010 at 8:32 pm
This is amazing . . . thats all I can say.