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Rose
by Uriel TovarWe know too little
--focus on details
ticking seconds
spliced atoms
fabric softener
An age of reason
and Enlightenment
Reason enough to see
only ourselves
but lose sight of who we are becoming.
Maybe tomorrow
and then maybe today
Picking up that old Christian book
but what do we do when he comes?
One can only imagine the wrath
One can only imagine the compassion
Oh lord bring us to salvation.
Oh me! Oh my!
Maybe tomorrow.
But what to do when the eyes lose focus
or when ears lose sound?
The Rose is still there;
the scarecrows and the beach.
But what to do?
But what to do
when the rose is wilted.
The star shines brightest for us who have lost sight
tangling the memories in honey combed wallpaper
sweet and an easy load.
02/26/2005 Author's Note: An allusion to Eliot.
Posted on 02/26/2005
Copyright © 2024 Uriel Tovar
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Paul Marino on 02/26/05 at 09:43 AM That was really good. A sweet read, an easy flow, with a lot of meaning behind the words. Very nice ending. |
| Posted by Indigo Tempesta on 03/04/05 at 09:50 PM author's note is totally unneccesary: i think you completely embrace an eliot-esque theology and the style of the four quartets, and subsequently make it your own; in dialogue with eliot himself, as it were. lovely, dear |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 10/01/05 at 02:46 AM Uriel, I know this was POTD a few days ago, but congratulations. The linear progression, broken up by references that have nothing to do with the rest of the stanza and the affect is wonderful. You may be alluding to Eliot, but your poetry is easier to understand.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Dane Campbell on 08/07/12 at 05:26 PM Brilliant. |
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