After Katherina

After Katherina
My faith half mast like a flag
Beat no tambourina
For shining citadel and rag
Of old traditions
That could just walk away
Form the desolations
To tell us pray.

After Katherina
I saw the Mason-Dixon line
Was no mere enigma
The living are not color blind
God gave us eyes
To see, memories to keep
Where the waters rise
We must wade the deep

We must like a fist
Bring its fingers together
With love insist
Our children shall not scatter
Wrath for black birds dinner
And after the fire next time
And after Katherina
No Ceaser shall spend the dime

After Katherina
My soul like thunderbolt shook
And wrote Aluta continua
With lightning in a book
Of water colored grief
Where history floats dead bodies
And found no relief
For colonies of sweet theories.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Joe Avatar
March 14, 2009 at 1:03 PM
the title of this grabbed my attention. The way the poem is written is in a Romantic style where the reader is left in no doubt that the theme is big. I think that this is the best poem of yours that I've read and it certainly is different from your others. I wonder if the second line might not have more impact as : 'My faith: a half mast flag'? As a simile it doesn't hold, but as a metaphor I feel it has greater impact. I think the final line is stunning.'a'.
Higgins Avatar
March 14, 2009 at 4:15 AM
Another powerful write int his one.. Your command of the words and the ease in which they paint your world is wonderful to read. Brilliant writing.
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