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About Me
- Brad
- Former adult teacher who loves island beaches. Happy homebody and family man; once devoted dog owner, now without Tashi, my Tibetan Terrier. I prefer the absurdity of the imagination to the absurdity of imagining nothing.
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Don't know if you're interested in posting poetry in the paper but I thought I'd submit it anyway, for your consideration. I belong to a blog site called Netlog and in it I run a clan called Blah_Blah_poetry. I recently held a contest and the title of all entries was "If sins were things we could dig a hole and bury them." Here is my poem.
My backyard is awash with the stench of them.
Floor boards at odd angles in my bedroom.
Closet doesn't shut right anymore.
Don't, I warn you, open that door.
I've run out of room at home, in the yard, in my neighbor's yard.
Shh, don't tell them.
Already they regard me with an odd mixture of fear and loathing.
The refuse of which I speak has a voice no one hears, save me.
It whispers to me while I'm brushing my teeth, while I'm making love or trying to sleep.
"You cannot outrun me" it goads.
"I won't let you forget a moment of it" it snickers.
"You reap what you sow" it sneers, strangely sounding like my Mother.
I've been silly in my assumptions.
I've been childish in my beliefs.
Someone told me if I put them away I'd be able to forget.
Sins aren't things.
Sins are sins.
But oh, If sins were things we could dig a hole and bury them.
@S.Clements.
Wow,Stacey,you are really somebody! Although my English level is not good enough to linger over the beauty of a poem, I can feel the mood and atmosphere you created in your poem. For a poem, I think that the mood and atmosphere are most important elements. I can tell you that you've made it successfully. Your poem is full of fascinating, mysterious and unreachable allusions.
I don't clearly know what sins mean in your poem, and don't know if they could be buried;however, I just try my best to do good things.
Hi Larry.
The "sins" I'm referring to in my poem are things that I've done or said in life against God, a friend, a family member, a loved one or myself. The point I was making is that you cannot just set aside a wrong-doing and forget about it or bury it. Sins are not tangible "things" and we can't bury them. They're with us all the time, nagging at us until we do something to be forgiven for them. I was saying that it would be nice if sins were things and we could just bury them someplace and forget they're there. You have a far greater understanding and appreciation for poetry than you think you do Larry. Thanks for the compliment. See you and Catherine Thursday for tea.
Hey Stacey,
Once you've decided on your final final version of the poem let me know and I can publish it at the Buzz. We may need a new category, however.
Any suggestions that would fit both poetry and fiction from the students?
Hi Brad.
How about "Student's musing" or "Blah,blah,stories and poetry"
Hi Brad.
The version I sent you via email is my final one. Thanks again. My feeling is that poetry is relative and so I decided to leave it the way it was.
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