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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4608 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention In the Beginning Gary Blankenship In the Beginning In the beginning, light separated from dark land from water flesh from spirit. God looked at it, declared it good and to celebrate wrote a poem. But it was not, good that is. The metaphor was strained, rhyme forced, rhythm more drinking horn than harp. The poem was all Hallmark without an edge of reality. So God made some changes, got tough, tight, sharp. He closed the Garden, a bit of dirt good for poetry. He brought back the water to help with severe editing. He made rules, no more free verse. The poetry workshopped, He found beginners lack respect. Sarah laughed. Moses questioned everything. Elijah, Ezekiel and Zechariah ranted on and on and on. And David got all the accolades for pieces he may have cribbed. Nothing seemed to work, reincarnation required every half millennium. Pennames, nom de plumes even ghosts stood in for this Holy Spirit. Of course, they began to believe the works of God where theirs. Until this, the age of “Anything Goes,” more variations to the rules than names for God, he wrote private verse read only to Michael, who hosannaed every word. Ever the hope He might find a Word as in the Beginning. And finally win a Nobel. |
