Tell me if you’re game for a little dig
at our history. Not the tourist-trap
grabbing of photo-surface rubble
but a real excavation:
Let’s look at foundation.
Smash apart the facade marked “1379,”
bulldoze right through the war’s reparations
(all-new electric, clean-water pipes—
the glossing of horror for a new generation):
Let’s make an excavation.
Throw down stone by stone the rotting
temples. Send sandals to museums
and pocket the coins, shut your ears
to the years of blood-screaming conflagration:
Let’s dig the foundation.
Auger deep through layers of weapons, potsherds,
bones. Build mountains of mud and sand, crush
ideals and human promise, fossils since time began.
Later we’ll puzzle over fragmentation
or play a game of recalculation.
There’s nothing here not damaged, exploded,
shaken, nothing whole to the earth’s core
since we learned greed and hate.
(But tell me you’re game; let’s excavate.)
Where is hope’s fountain
that deep well, that rock?
We don’t have the machinery to cut it.
My first attempt at a Speakeasy prompt: #160.
This feels like a rap to me. I could not help reading it that way. Fun!
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You have opened my eyes to an entirely new career dream 😉
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I love the idea, and it’s powerfully written 🙂
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Thanks so much!
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I really enjoyed this. The meter, the pace, the punch. Really good.
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Thank you for the feedback. I truly appreciate it!
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Its a good start. Very intense imagery, greed and hatred such ingrained peculiarities to our species.
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Thanks–and yes, sadly they are.
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It’s so sad when a relationship reaches this state (and somehow, the decay is so gradual, it goes unaddressed until repair seems impossible.)
Welcome to Speakeasy!
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Thanks! I’m so glad I found this community.
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Good job for your first attempt and welcome!
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Thank you and thank you!
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The impression I had of this post was of the Mayans or the Aztecs, conquered by the Spaniards, by disease and greed and warfare. I’m sure that’s not what you intended, but those are the images you invoked in me. Well done!
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What I thought I intended isn’t how it ended up…that happens to me a lot when writing 🙂 As for your impressions, yes, definitely!
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This is great – the rhythm, rhyme and beat are complex yet easily pull you along and I love history, so your historical references captured my interest. Very nice!
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Thank you. I’m really interested in history, too. I’m living in Germany right now–history runs DEEP around here!
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Written straight to the punch of the photo and the prompt line. Kudos!
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Thanks very much!
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Love the crunch that this poem has!
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Thanks. You know I loved yours, too…a much more contemplative tone! p.s. I lived in the Chicago south suburbs for 10 years…your blog makes me a little homesick.
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Excellent! I loved this poem; it had so many layers, which was apt considering its subject matter. Very well done.
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🙂 Shoot, I’m trying to come up with a good synonym for “thank you.” But thank you thank you!
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Lol – you’re welcome; here in Yorkshire the colloquialism is ‘ta very much!’
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This is so thoughtful and so beautifully constructed (pardon the pun!). I love the repetition you use in the last lines of the first three stanzas. And I love the metaphor and the imagery.
Thanks so much for joining us at the speakeasy this week! 🙂
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Oh, wow. Thank you for the warm welcome! I’m so glad I found the Speakeasy!
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Great write…has a good and like original style.
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Thanks!
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I cringed when I saw the title on the thumbnail on the Speakeasy grid. I was expecting a too-literal take on the photo prompt. I was pleasantly surprised by the metaphor you developed.
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🙂
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I loved this poem, especially the punctuation. Great job, and welcome to the Speakeasy!
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Yay, thanks! Lately I’ve become anti-punctuation in my poetry, but this one seemed to demand it.
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You’re good, yep you’re good.
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Hahaha. I’ve missed you. My fragile, needy writer’s ego has missed you. 🙂
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I’m glad to have a purpose in life, however flimsy!
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