"Summer Storm: After Planting" and "To Jesus on Holy Saturday"

A Poem By Aisling // 12/6/2009

These are two poems I wrote for my creative writing class. We had to take seven of the poems in our collection, and imitate them, seeing where we could go with it...

 

(imitation of Twilight: After Haying by Jane Kenyon)

 

“Summer Storm: After Planting”

 

Yes, the sun falls over

the sky’s arch; and yes, today

must give way to tomorrow;

what else could it do?

 

We sit and stare at the garden,

too tired to go back inside.

We sip our ginger beer,

legs dangling from the back of the pickup,

our hair like honey warm

with the sun. (It fades.

The clouds roll in

and cool the blood in our veins.)

 

The storm comes

to kiss our work,

and our tired hands—

sow and reap, reap and sow

—echoes from the near corner of the sky.

 

These things happen…the success of our work

and the struggle turn one upon another,

like the rotatiller through the earth…

 

The last, lukewarm sip

of carbonation and ginger

goes down with the coming of the rain;

the impregnated field

drinks deep of the water.

 

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(imitation of "To Jesus on Easter" by Vassar Miller)

"To Jesus on Holy Saturday"

 

You spend the night saving the lost,

the waters of death parting

like the dark before a shooting star.

 

It resists you no more than a stone the pull of gravity,

as you crash into its world.

Everyone thought it was the end. But you are only beginning.

 

Not that I can see You, who are nearer

than all my thoughts about you,

and dearer. They pale before you like stars in the sunlight.

 

But I need You. You resembling me--

two eyes, two hands, two feet,

a human heart--will capture my being,

 

falling toward loneliness, seized by your wounds.

And when the last sun fails to rise

I shall wake to find you in the garden with my name on your lips.

 

 

Comments

aisling..

these are plain and simply gorgeous!!  Love you. :>

Mairead | Sun, 12/06/2009

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"Sweet is the love that never knew a wound, but deeper that which died and rose again." - Mother Mary Francis

beautiful

These are both so gorgeous. I loved the first one in all its warmth and imagery-- it made me forget about the bitter cold outside for a few minutes. And as for the second poem, that line at the end completely captured me. Very well done!

Hannah W. | Sun, 12/06/2009

Wow, just wow.....

I absolutely LOVE your poems. To Jesus on Holy Saturday......I want that in a picture frame on my bedroom wall.

Maethorwen (not verified) | Sun, 12/06/2009

These are both really

These are both really beautiful.  I love how the first one is so vivid in painting a picture of a sunny evening.  And I love this line in the second one:

And when the last sun fails to rise

I shall wake to find you in the garden with my name on your lips.

Clare Marie | Sun, 12/06/2009

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"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." -Bilbo Baggins [The Lord of the Rings]

!!!!!!!!!!!

beautiful............I really love the first poem.....

Bernadette | Tue, 12/08/2009

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Very well done, Aisling!!!

Elizabeth | Wed, 12/09/2009

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The Holy Spirit is the quiet guest of our soul." -St. Augustine

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