Lindsey Renée
I have declared myself divine.
And what’s the crime in that?
I tasted, I shared, I fell away
To the paradise of my making.
Twice enlightened doesn’t happen.
It’s impossible – or so I hear.
My Faith committed suicide.
Slit her wrists in a porcelain tub,
Died in water and blood.
I tasted, I shared, I turned away
To the purgatory of my choice.
Twice enlightened doesn’t happen.
It’s impossible – or so I hear.
Fidelity’s not one of my virtues.
Woke up entangled in silk sheets,
Caught in the arms of my prostitute.
I get bored too easy.
I taste, I share, I run away
To the inferno of my desires.
Twice enlightened doesn’t happen.
It’s impossible – or so I hear.
The above poem was an assignment for Creative Writing. The prof has asked us to write a psalm or hymn. I ended up writing a sort of anti-psalm inspired by the voice of “Ballad of a New God” and Mark Jarman’s poem “Question for Ecclesiastes.” I also drew on Hebrews 6:4-6 and Ezekiel 16. Please, understand that it is not to be taken as my own statement of faith. In a sense it is ironic. That stated, what are your thought?
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2 comments:
Hmm.
My first impression is that it is good. Usually I would say, "I like it," except I don't really. But that is because I don't like the emotions that come from it, not because it didn't convey emotion.
It makes me long for the other side of the story: Hosea.
I like the theme.
I don't like the rhythm. It has a beat, but the tenses aren't so right.
But yeah, a huge improvement.
-Tod
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