I may be back in school and I may be taking one of the most time consuming classes of my life (Human Anatomy and Physiology) but that doesn't mean that I don't have time for the occasional spark of inspiration every now and then. One of my English classes "Themes in Literature" has already proven to be an experience. At first I hated it. The lines in which my thinking for the class so far differed from my science class that the body and soul rebelled from the whip lash. And yet I trusted my teacher and when it came time to do his assignments I let go...and that's when the class became worth it. It became more of a learning process rather than a swallow and regurgitate session.
Lately, my creative buzz has been going like crazy and I came up with this poem in just under five minutes. I call it "Congress" but I think the end result is open to multiple interpretations.
Empty mouths go up and down
Meanwhile, the hidden snake goes round
good men's feet and binds them fast
cowards faces turn to ash.
Round and round it turns
men watch as standards burn.
Throttling slowly, only death awaits
for those who do not beware the snake.
If good men struggle the coils will choke
to silence them beneath black cloaks
All the while fires appear
in the eyes of men the cowards fear.
Gleefully the snake winds tight
Waiting to make the lethal bite.
Ancient stewards struggle in graves
but no longer are they the ones who save
Only babes in dream like sleeps
can stop the venom within the keep.
For truth alone shines in their eyes
reflected from angels in the sky
who shout warning to those below
who do not fear the scriptures woe
"Fear God," it says, and not the snake.
For God alone can your life make
and take it again, should ye falter
from the Father's Holy Alter.
