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Faith 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. |
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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