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Silent Night
by Rachel BennettSilent night is the surprise
of seeing perfection -
Chernobyl ragdolls,
a Haitian cross.
Dona nobis libertatem.
Silent night is a man,
pockmarked and bifocaled,
weeping at familiar things.
Dona nobis domum.
Silent night is lying,
perched in his arms.
Nothing is the same,
but it's gonna be alright.
Dona nobis pacem.
It's gonna be alright. 12/09/2009 Posted on 12/10/2009
Copyright © 2024 Rachel Bennett
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by V. Blake on 12/11/09 at 12:16 AM Some awesome imagery in here, though I'm not sure what the Latin adds to it. The fifth stanza does sound like home, and the seventh is certainly peace, though I don't feel like the third (and IMHO best) stanza follows from freedom. While I appreciate your desire to separate one set of images from another, I am not sure I felt what your intended effect was from the Latin. At any rate, I enjoyed the poem, and am jealous of the creativity behind "Chernobyl ragdolls." :) |
| Posted by Amie Golda on 12/16/09 at 07:24 AM Progressive and ends well. The imagery and metaphors are great too. Interspersing it with Latin, very clever because it not only adds to the rythm of the poem but adds to its progressive effect. Like notes climbing higher you build it up for the ending making the last four words land with impact despite their simplicity. Great work :) |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 12/16/09 at 07:43 AM You had me at Haitian cross! |
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