Howdy… pause… returning to coffee pot. Back now… aaaahhh. you know what I’m doing… pause.. sippy…black gold rolling in.
Alrighty… today the NaPoWriMo prompt is to take a poem already in existence and write it in opposition to what it says. What? Yep… I kinda like this prompt and I’m going to take one of my own previously rambled poems and see how I can change it. eek… OK… I change my mind, I just took a gander at a few of my poems and it’s seems like too much work to go for one of those.
So..I’m gonna go for W.B. Yeats… like that will be easier, Right? I’m not even sure I get this poem.
tho’ as I have now read it several times, I have to say I believe it is about Jesus being crucified and buried. I really don’t know I just copied it and pasted it here spontaneously. Here is his and below will be mine..
| The Magi | ||
| by W. B. Yeats | ||
| Now as at all times I can see in the mind’s eye,
In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones Appear and disappear in the blue depth of the sky With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones, And all their helms of silver hovering side by side, And all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more, Being by Calvary’s turbulence unsatisfied, The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The realist… by Jeanne Adwani
I can’t remember the last time I looked beyond myself Out there to the loosely, devil may care brilliance of them Fully presence before me radiating nonchalance in the night I forgot all that youthful glory, shimmering like a full moon Self centered, fresh faces, know-it-alls, the world their oyster Seeing it all for the first time, reveling in the wonder Calvary’s loss, a distance reverberation to their grab of the world That makes each moment a thrilling mystery of a Universe unfolding
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