01-17-2012, 03:30 PM
A somewhat odd poem to write for someone who is derisive of such ideas as the Muse.
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A nice biting 2 lines here:
but lost beneath your own belief of God
as oddment to your so-poetic, apathetic soul.
Some nice use of enjambment, with the interline rhyme, e.g., block-mock.
'tis the smell of our own putrid block to which we are most inured. Somewhat like rampant halitosis, yet we know it not, for we do not comprehend our own pestilence, and as one blind, and senseless, ask her to lay down with us on soiled sheets, becoming incensed when she refuses.
This reminds me of Proverbs 1:20-28
20 Wisdom shouts in the street,
She [f]lifts her voice in the square;
21 At the head of the noisy streets she cries out;
At the entrance of the gates in the city she utters her sayings:
22 “How long, O [g]naive ones, will you love [h]being simple-minded?
And scoffers delight themselves in scoffing
And fools hate knowledge?
23 “Turn to my reproof,
Behold, I will pour out my spirit on you;
I will make my words known to you.
24 “Because I called and you refused,
I stretched out my hand and no one paid attention;
25 And you neglected all my counsel
And did not want my reproof;
26 I will also laugh at your calamity;
I will mock when your dread comes,
27 When your dread comes like a storm
And your calamity comes like a whirlwind,
When distress and anguish come upon you.
28 “Then they will call on me, but I will not answer;
They will seek me diligently but they will not find me,
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A nice biting 2 lines here:
but lost beneath your own belief of God
as oddment to your so-poetic, apathetic soul.
Some nice use of enjambment, with the interline rhyme, e.g., block-mock.
'tis the smell of our own putrid block to which we are most inured. Somewhat like rampant halitosis, yet we know it not, for we do not comprehend our own pestilence, and as one blind, and senseless, ask her to lay down with us on soiled sheets, becoming incensed when she refuses.
This reminds me of Proverbs 1:20-28
20 Wisdom shouts in the street,
She [f]lifts her voice in the square;
21 At the head of the noisy streets she cries out;
At the entrance of the gates in the city she utters her sayings:
22 “How long, O [g]naive ones, will you love [h]being simple-minded?
And scoffers delight themselves in scoffing
And fools hate knowledge?
23 “Turn to my reproof,
Behold, I will pour out my spirit on you;
I will make my words known to you.
24 “Because I called and you refused,
I stretched out my hand and no one paid attention;
25 And you neglected all my counsel
And did not want my reproof;
26 I will also laugh at your calamity;
I will mock when your dread comes,
27 When your dread comes like a storm
And your calamity comes like a whirlwind,
When distress and anguish come upon you.
28 “Then they will call on me, but I will not answer;
They will seek me diligently but they will not find me,
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.