Friday, December 14, 2007

Poem by Curtis Bram


Wild Gazelle running in African plain, on his own he is himself
He is crossing the wasteland, thinking of saving, alone he is himself

He, running, reaching a village nearby, he coming, saving the hungry people
He is bringing them to the sand, to brave coming he is himself

They suffering, starving, he come with hope, a brilliant glowing to provide being
He stinging defeat, to the last stand, he, succumbing not, he is himself

Food approaching the villagers eyeing their enlightenment to save them alone
They excited realizing their potential preparing the excavation, he is himself

They digging making their constructing pottery art perhaps darkness he is himself
He entering village they standing looking he enters trauma he is himself

Club descending attacking him bringing gift he unconscious saving he losing hope
His glow fading his failure looming he enlightenment leave he is himself

He place clay dome pain heat flame scorching he on his own they chant food
His death approaching his mission fail he food give he is himself

This neopost-everything poem by Curtis Bram was written, as it turns out, under appropriate duress. About its unusual form, Curtis writes: This is written in the form of a Ghazal, a Persian poem consisting of five to fifteen couplets with a refrain at the end of both lines in the first couplet and at the end of each successive couplet. This Ghazal follows a short long long (^ - -) syllable scheme for the most part.

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