| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 08/22/10 at 01:39 PM Amazing, powerful poem. "Our steeples pierced the sky with golden crosses, to strike at the belly of the lord..." - love this image.
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| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/22/10 at 05:03 PM Wow Aaron...I really like this...and the conclusion is drawn smartly, almost as a poetic "gotcha"...nice, nice, nice, love every line. Delighted. Thanks. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/25/10 at 01:39 AM A fine look in the human mirror here - nicely put together. Thank you. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/25/10 at 02:43 PM ...aaron, sheeezowie! a great write, gal! great write. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/25/10 at 06:16 PM My potd selection, for sure. Just excellent. |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 08/27/10 at 02:55 PM POTD - Yes! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/27/10 at 06:48 PM I'm very glad to see this as POTD! Congrats! |
| Posted by E. A. Pugh on 08/27/10 at 09:05 PM How wonderful that I found your poem as I was thinking of grandfathers feathers and farming. My creation of a poem has now been edited by your poem. In response I write:
Brown earth
His boot tips worn flat from praying to the earth to water and nourish his crop. It was for the Chinese whose taken farms he was given that he wept tears while tending their earth crops.
His soil lined hands prayed every night in
“Thanks for the meal and all the hands that bought this meal to our table”
Hands hands in soil brown hand lined with prayers to god for a harvest praying with hands of every color.
There are winners and there are losers and there are those whose earth caked hands hold palm to palm praying for the earth spring to worth and with and into my hands
of every color.
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| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/28/10 at 03:29 PM ♥ ♥ ♥ |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 08/29/10 at 10:29 PM i too love every line of this - and it's not just our generation of the human race : I am certain that it's deeply rooted in our entire history to do wrong or wicked and claim it in the name of whatever deity we worship at the time. |
| Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 08/30/10 at 06:15 PM This is truly astounding. I am floored by how much truth you captured. I want to quote this poem forever. "Only the weak beg for what should already be theirs." Just... wow. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 08/31/10 at 05:43 PM Aaron, this is so powerful, and so stunning. Goes right to the heart and to the conscience. A wonderful work. |
| Posted by David Hill on 09/01/10 at 11:56 PM Exactly right. It reflects both our personal and political posturing and pretension. I wish I had written this one because I feel it.
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| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/04/10 at 06:56 PM Excellent capture of dogma here. I can see this poem as eventually becoming a cult favorite if not famous altogether. Really captures the tension between first nations and the pioneers who eventually took over their land. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 09/04/10 at 10:55 PM Small 'g', capital title. From a historical perspective, the 'we' is universal, the delusion majestically delivered. We hear this...and glory in the shame. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 09/24/11 at 02:28 AM This is BEAUTIFUL, clear, and pure. You're right...this is why we can do whatever we want. You capture the emotions so well in this piece and speak loudly without screaming. You're a wordsmith in the purest sense, Aaron; wonderfully done. |
