hey thought i'd try this page out...ill post a few in teh coming days most were written on a Mission trip to Pine Ridge indian reservation. -Untitled- Blue, with streaks of white a yellow sun, shining, a tree, green with life sways in the gentle breeze Flat fields, rolling hills, nature unbeknown to a foreign face, Beauty In everything, hills, buttes, prairies, mountains, sky. A sapling, stands alone, persevering through trouble, to fulfill life purpose A crack in the sidewalk Blades of grass peeking through for a chance to bask in the sunlight a chace to recieve rain a chance to make the world more beautiful -Fighting For What?- A man, a soldier, a citizen, White, black, "Red"? The latter the most ironic. One race, fighting for liberties that will only be heard about, not felt The struggle, the draft, the death. Not if your in college or daddys a senator. What hope do these have, when their fathers turn to alcohol instead of afffirmative action. The bottom of a bottle drowns out a race's sorrow, pain, despair. The horror of war diminished by the devil of beaurocracy. The fight against communist was so similar to the struggle against a liquid evil. The fight, unnecessary in both continents, unnecessary lives, unnecessary blood, unnecessary tears. Being drafted for a war that the government wants, yet a race has no say with that government? Morals? Freedom? Life? Death? Learning to defend a country, when they had to defend themselves form this very same country? Does wasington care? Funds? Rewards? Some, spent on booze, for a waste of life, some choose collegem which is a ray of freedom and hope, a silver lining in grey skies. lemme know what you think!
I like the potential of the first one. But you slip into the habit of 'listing.' Why not concentrate your full creative powers on a few inspirational things and see what happens. A poet's first law? Extend the metaphor! The second one is more like a lecture. For me, it didn't click.
