revolutionary wanted: apply within
47'revolutionary wanted'
reads the ragged rain-stained
help wanted advert
nailed carelessly
on it's lonely wooden cross
in the rural region of my self-belief
'position once occupied by 48 angels -
the rowboat faith of saint columcille;
now open for the proper hero'
apply within.
01Jan08
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the first Iðunn unpoem of 2008
this is the unrhymed and tangetal alternative version of my previous unpoem "48 angels - the rowboat faith of saint columcille" found here.
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and thank you for being the first person to comment on my first unpoem of 2008. :) I finally knew where I wanted to go with it about 2 a.m. my time.
it was rather nice (and personally unexpected) to have something new to start the new year with, even though I'm not through re-hubbing some of the old.
This version is more immediate, and surprises...I don't know, I'm no expert but I was moved, and I'm available for that!
Lonely wooden cross was a beautiful surprise, for example.
to me it just belonged there. the last line came to me last and ended my ambiguity on where to go. I think I solved ambiguity with ambiguity.
I suppose at some time in my life, I might pull my own ragged sign down off that pole and be my own hero but it felt right to leave it open.
We must often be our own heroes - there are so few real ones in the world outside ourselves.
thank you, patty. I suspect you are right, but I continue to watch for them and to hope for them on every front, art, politics, friendships, love.
Yes, like the old Korean grandma that was mute and could not read, but raised child and grandchild despite hardship in the mountains without electricity plumbing - and despite the grandchild's bad attitudes...He taught her to read and write after he raelized that she was his hero.
what a beautiful anecdote. thank you for sharing it, patty.
I can tell you a little anecdote. I often have felt disempowered over my life and I have fought and struggled a great deal of my life on many fronts. I remember clearing out some papers from my middle son's notebook of schoolwork since he was lax on that and I found a school paper "Who are your heros?" with blanks to be filled in.
The first one he had listed was "my mom".
I would never have guessed he looked at the struggle of our little family and my guilt of alternating between working two jobs and poverty and not having much to give them and saw in me not weakness but strength.
I was stunned. I kept it. I still have that little school assignment in my special things spot.
This is my favorite so far.
I printed it out last week and hung it up on the fridge with "Fight club" magnets.
I have to repritn it now with the comments that have come, because the anecdotes are just as beautiful.
aw, thx, Veronica. I like this little one too. It was all there right away but more trials going different directions and uncertain, I put it up for a bit to look again later. then when I did, I realized it had already gone where I needed it to, took out all the trial directions that might have followed and the final line fell into place for me.
The journey is as beautiful as the sentiment.
:) thank you.
I remember on an old message board someone asking about how do you sit down and stare at a blank sheet of paper and write a poem. I never did post in that thread, but of course the answer is... you don't.
The start, sometimes more is already there begging to get out and you scramble around for a pencil and a piece of paper or a computer to put it on before it slides away. The poem is there first, not the paper.
I suspect from your writing you know what that is like. You write so well and communicate so warmly. I imagine you already know what you think, what you want to say and you just write it out with courtesy for grammer, direction and general cohesiveness.
Mmmm. I know exactly what you mean.
Thank you for the warm Words for my writing.
There is a Charles Bukowski piece where he speaks of all the little poems waiting to be written. They haunt him and follow him. There's one now, on top of the refrigerator... It's really very charming. If I can find it I will send it.
that would be great. :) I admire bukowski and I may have done some serious service in the past in the same worlds he lived and breathed in myself, so I easily fall into his poetry.
Iouun, you are a hero to your son and a hero to us.
haha, no I am a very flawed woman, but thanks. I was (he says am) actually his hero which really kind of rocked. He was my problem child too, of the three of them, and I always had a secret grief that he didn't really love me. I don't know why. After I found that paper, I knew better. It was high school.
did you notice I misspelled grammar late last night when discussing good grammar? that's how imperfect I am. :D
i like the poetic voice in this piece..keep it up
thank you and thank you for stopping in to read and comment, jinsoo. :)
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Wehzo says:
2 years ago
I like it. Very good. You're in a very smooth poetic groove. Thank you.