I destroyed a life today
Held it till it chirped no more
And the feathers molted
To the changing winds of time
Lo and behold, I am a creator
For the feather shall be stuck in one’s cap
To boast with pride
Or shall it be sewn amongst the flock of a quiver
To take aim and strike true
But give pause
For we do not know what it strikes
Shall it play cupid
and strike one to love?
Or, in vice, shall it pierce
a warrior’s ragging heart?
Declaring war
Declaring love
Declaring what we have no capacity
among us to define
For whom of us has the power
of the maker?
How can you define something
you did not create?
How can you fear something
you do not know?
How can you believe in something
you can not see?
We are only destroyers
Yet, we are nature’s tool for creation
Least you romance nature
For you will become a weed in her garden
Least you try to destroy nature
For he will devour you whole
Question nature
And you shall gain true wisdom
But be you no fool
You are not a deity
It is said that God is jealous
Nonsense
For every man hath an ego
And that God has no humor
Blasphemy
Just look in a mirror
Take off your spectacles
And walk through this world
Through life
On instinct
Be what you are
Human
Because that is all you were intended to be.
Author notes
For ea's contest 'Their Finest Art' inspired 'The Genius of the Crowd' by Charles Bukowski. We are but human.
A contest entry
- Their Finest Art by ea.
1500 points, ended June 21, 11 entries
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This had a lot of strength but I think it would have been better if it was not so stodgy, that is - told in such formal language. For instance, Bukowski would have said, stuck in "your" cap, not "one's" cap. and repeating the shall again in such quick succession sounded a little biblical or something. There are other ones - the hath, the lo and behold. I would try writing this again in straight language. Just sew that flock into the quiver... and get on with it.
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only humming. hmmm.
Excellent take on the prompt. you eloquently reveal the truth that death is always required for life. Substitutional Sacrifice; every sustaining mouthful comes with a death... -
warrior's raging heart (typo?)
Well written in the spirit of Bukowski, though I wonder about "lo' " "hath" and such...
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"For whom of us has the power
of the maker?"
Some would haphazardly suggest that WE ALL DO! And then there are those who know the answer is aptly NONE OF US DO!
Humans are merely reflections of Gods in the flesh! With a single difference... we own sin. Your poem highlights so many levels of who we are, were, and must aspire to become. An excellent take on the prompt poet. Bukowski inspires and you fire up his words with originality and expertise!
I wish you the best in this challenge.
Much Love & Respect ♥
Renee
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amazing, the ending really blew me away. Great job!
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beautiful.
Keep up the great work.
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