Challenge Poem 1
There is an old Hindu fable about three blind men and an elephant. Three blind men were brought to an elephant.
The first blind man was offered the elephant's trunk. He felt it and concluded: "this feels very much like a snake; an
elephant must be like a snake." The second blind man was brought to the elephant's leg. He felt it and concluded:
"Rough, round, sturdy. This feels very much like a tree. An elephant must be like a tree." The third blind man was
brought to the tail of the elephant. He felt it and said: "Oh, this is very much like a rope. An elephant must be like a
rope."
Obviously, if you put all three observations together, you still don't have an elephant, but you do have an
interesting observation on the nature of perceptions and perspectives.
The Chinese philosopher/teacher/poet/priest Confucius has given us, too, this wisdom: "A picture is worth a
thousand words." Actually, I think he was short changing the significance of a picture. Certainly, the words a
picture can elicit are only limited by perceptions and perspectives we ourselves possess and can express. What
we see in a picture, what it brings to our minds is a matter of who we are and what has shaped us. The expression
of these things in verse, we call poetry.
The purpose of the challenge poem is, however, not so esoteric as a road of self-discovery or a means to explore
our fellow poets though it can be. Actually, it is again a means of kick-starting the artistic process, of priming the
old pump to get and keep the poetic wells flowing. Plus, it's fun to see what others do with a picture.
Below are three poems written by members of the CyberPoet's Niche brought forth from examination of this photo presented for March 1999.
Peter Fry, Photographer; filename: river1.jpg; source: http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Coffeehouse/3307 River Meillionen at Beddgelert Forest Campsite (Wales)
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The River of Life
My life seems to move faster like waves in a rolling river rapid
Faster and faster my days go by
My course has been chosen by a cosmic force and I cannot grasp it
Yet I set sail on the grand river of life without a sigh |
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I cannot alter life's speed nor course
So I must not complain
We must not pout nor curse
Just bear our grief and pain; |
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Life is a rolling river
It is one continuous ocean unto eternity
We must all ride this ride forever
With a joyous heart and leave behind our worry |
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Our vessel should carry us force to a wonderful journey
But we must travel light
For if we burden our vessel with too much baggage and necessities
It will simply sink and vanish out of sight! |
Mary Gonzalez � Copyright, 1999
(463, 990313)
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Seeking Serenity
Oh river of freedom,
we seek the strength
and power you show
from the Great Spirit,
Mother Earth's love for life,
we pray it comes to us,
In love, fortitude, and faith. |
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Peace |
EnchantedWords � Copyright, 1999
(464, 990313)
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Green River
Too fresh, too raw and new--
a green that seers the eye beyond what is true.
The river runs swollen now,
pregnant with the meaning of Spring time;
it will be an amber trickle soon. |
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Too green, cold in its greenness--
the unapproachable swirling skirt of the Earth goddess.
There is a rush to becoming,
spent too soon and too soon dissipated;
Spring passes quickly; Summer lingers not long enough. |
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Why does nature conspire to spend youth
in such chaos? |
AngelPie_Mouse � Copyright, 1999
(471, 990314)
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