This Poem was Submitted By: cheyenne smyth On Date: 2012-09-13 15:27:43 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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I would like to speak of my faith Faith is a blessing for sun after a drubbing rain when every face is turned upward and the cardinal at the top of the pines sings at full throttle with his throaty song. There is my faith in a ripe peach when luck made it round. Frost can nip the blossom or kill a bee it can drop a useless nut with brown fungus or the burrowing worm that coils in rot can blemish it and wind might crash it to the ground Yet this peach fills my mouth with juicy sun. Faith blesses the first garden tomato not those green boxes of tasteless acid the store sells in January. Those red things with the flavor of wet chalk that mock their name. How fat and sweet you are weighing down my palm like the warm flank of a cow in the sun. But most of all I have faith in discipline to taste each moment, the bitter, the sour, the sweet and the salty and praise for what doesn’t hurt The art is in compressing attention to each little or towering tree of life to let the tongue savor each splendid thing Have faith in what you can with eyes, hand and tongue, if you can’t bless it pick up a tool and prepare to make it new.

Copyright © September 2012 cheyenne smyth

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This Poem was Critiqued By: Ellen K Lewis On Date: 2012-10-04 22:46:18
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
hi Cheyenne. I'm gonna poke around with this a little. Hope you dont mind ~smile Faith is a blessing for sun after a drubbing rain when every face is turned upward ~I love this picture! I dont know the word 'drubbing' but I like it. Fresh, as rain should be. Not to be toooo picky, but are you sure about your definition of a Cardinal's song? I think most people think of that bright red bird as a delightful song bird. I think of it as a clear, crisp whistle...<you can use that ~ lol<< There is my faith in a ripe peach << thats great! I had to laugh at that when luck made it round. Faith blesses the first garden tomato << oooh sweet down my palm like the warm flank of a cow in the sun. <<<ok...yuck! and praise for what doesn’t hurt <<now thats a good thought! Have faith in what you can with eyes, hand and tongue, if you can’t bless it pick up a tool and prepare to make it new.................I like it! but... if you cant bless it pick it up and work it imagine ... as you make it new.... It has a harsh tone there at the end. And that feels out of sorts to me. Otherwise I like it alot! It was a fun thing to read and I happen to agree with your points. ~sweet Smiles! Ellen

This Poem was Critiqued By: Jordan Brendez Bandojo On Date: 2012-09-17 12:48:14
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Hi Cheyenne, My first thought upon reading the title is that this must be a serious one which can sometimes disinterest me. However, as I read along, it did not bore me at all because of your wonderful descriptions and brilliant ideas of associating faith. I like it so much. Jordan
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2012-09-16 10:37:11
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
cheyenne, I would usually marginalize my response to such a piece. In fact; were it not for my love of garden fresh tomatoes, as compared to the faux offerings in a store, I might even have skipped such a piece (the respect for the author notwithstanding). Even, when envisioning the sun on the “flank of a cow” would my desire to sit daily in rural worlds and write; there also the concept of faith would hinder me. No such luck. I spend long days in a job that allows me inferior allocations of time to do what most absorbs my soul, pay exorbitant taxes for those who refuse to work or who break our laws, and time takes a dissonant look at what remains. So, then we come to the nip of frost, death of bees, blemishing of rot, and then the peach that tastes so good to someone who can absorb the wonder of this world and its provision. Now, that I can do. (Personally, I adore a drubbing rain). So, I am back to the genesis. I have a small greenhouse that is just big enough for a few offerings. Those offerings are mostly tomatoes. It will soon be back to store bought abominations. Faith will have to sustain me till the next season. So, I guess your piece succeeded in its goal.
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