Monday, June 11, 2007
a non-rhyming poem from last year...
Thoughts on the sunlit room
The sunlight coming in my window bathes the room in warmth.
Everything is now contrasted either as a shadow or light.
Texas on the door.
TV on the table.
Idols everywhere.
Me on the couch with my sword.
It is still sharp despite being unused.
The handle has grown dull with inactivity and neglect.
It can now barely reflect the light shining through the window.
I gaze at screaming voices calling for my offering.
Time!
Attention!
Energy!
Thought!
Joy!
From pictures on the shelf to games on the floor – I hear them quite easily.
Brighter by far, but to deaf ears is the persistent sunlight.
Will I again neglect the sun to play with controlled electricity?
Will I again forego the moon to gaze at the light beaconing from my television?
There is a man on first.
There is a bug on the porch.
There’s a puzzle to solve.
There are mysteries to discover.
There’s relaxation waiting in my chair.
There’s heaven waiting in eternity.
What I do shows myself as either a shadow or light.
I sink into the shadow.
I strive for the light.
I sit on my couch watching the sunset.
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4 comments:
Cool. My poetry always sounds like gibberish...
TV, computer, Xbox....there are so many distractions....if the computer's on I'm always tempted to check my e-mail. I'm easily distraced by stuff like that. If it isn't one thing, it's something else.
Cool! I like the poem.
This world has so many distractions that we get caught up in. All too often we would rather find something else to spend our time doing than get closer to God by opening up our Bibles. Your poem does a wonderful job of portraying the fact that we let the world distract us from the one thing that actually offers us life, God.
Hey, I just saw that I'm the 100th person to view your profile....I feel specail!
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