Sudden rain.
...then the skies changed without warning,
From blue,
To gray and then to black.
Blinding flashes of lightening,
Preceded earsplitting thunder claps,
And in one of nature's very tearful lamentations,
Suddenly a wall of rain came surging towards us.
© 2009 afeseh ngwa hilary.
just to say thanks for collaborating with me on the collective poem. it was fun and i really enjoyed coming up with my lines.
ReplyDeletewhen you have the time, have you thought about writing/sharing/blogging a short poem/essay reflecting on what it means to be a poet, at least in your experience?
I collated the stanzas of 'words' and it is a beautiful poem... we should definitely do this again... 'words' I hope, is the first of many collaborative/collective poems between us... I am the one thanking you V... I am the one who is better for collaborating with you... I am deeply appreciative for a chance to share in a common gift and passion - poetry... you are right, I should find the time to write a reflection on what it means for me to be a poet... you should do that too... we can exchange and learn from each other's thoughts on this... I have given it deep thought many times and it is a role which I take very seriously... as I a poet I don't believe in writing for writing's sake...while I believe style is the garb of thought, I also believe that the words which are the wheels of the same must be deeply substantive and seek to highlight/dramatize and bring attention to an important issue which is receiving not enough attention or a deaf ear, to encourage, to give hope, to offer guided counsel, to identify with fellow man, to whip our common conscience and give life to our collective humanity, to unlock some positive energy in the reader as I try to take them on a mental journey with me about our common reality etc... tough call so I can only count on God... I think poet's should be impossible to bribe hehe haha :-)...
ReplyDeleteyour response just blew me away! i agree completely. the job of a poet (at least, a "truthful" poet) is a tough job. it means always pushing oneself to see beneath the surface of things, to look beyong what we perceive as reality, to see what it is that is so very intangible (invisible, subtle) that unites all mankind and makes us one with nature and with the supernatural. it is a spiritual calling, to be a poet. in my opinion. a calling to love the world and to love all people, despite the cruelty and deception we are surrounded and often stifled by. it is a calling of hope. a calling of peace. the true poet can be a pillar of light, and through words this poet can show others the light that resides in all of us. but it takes constant effort, constant tenderness to nurture that light in my heart so that it never goes dark. brothers and sisters, welcome to my world. there is always a candle here for you.
ReplyDeleteah, your words captured the role of a poet so well. i couldn't have said it better myself. my favorite thing you said was your final proclamation: "I think poet's should be impossible to bribe." amen to that! :-)