The Magical Epiphany of An Old Rusted Can
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Author's Notes: This new Imagism poem on "The Magical Epiphany of an Old Rusted Can," for me, turned out to be a very unique and transformational type of write. I did spend some quality time really thinking about the physical description of this Old Rusted Can, and how I wanted to portray it in an ethereal sense as a magical object of sorts. The key takeaway in this particular theme is predicated upon the kaleidoscopic light-show and the effect it (i.e., the Old Rusted Can) produces as its unique series of holes or apertures are bathed throughout in the bright morning sunlight. The notion is that this brief magical light-show actually creates the image of an aura of enchantment by which the protagonist in the poem begins to feel the true divine presence of Almighty God Himself. Enjoy this magical epiphany!! (Gary Bateman - August 21, 2018) (Imagism)
Thematic Categories: allegory, god, imagery, inspiration, magic, metaphor, and symbolism.
The Magical Epiphany of an Old Rusted Can
whilst out hiking one day in a countryside area
that was quite desolate and remote from any nearby
city, I discovered, amazingly, an Old Rusted Can
that was at least two-liter-sized and was partially-buried
in a long dried-out river bed in the middle of nowhere
this Old Rusted Can protruded out upright at about a
twenty-degree right-slant with some jagged-edges all
along its circular lip
its striking physical presence and the way in which it
was positioned, still partially-filled with dried river
sediment, for me, bespoke some sort of an old artifact
of sorts, yet it was the only object like it right in the
middle of this long dried-out river bed
its unique silhouette was, at once, quite discernable at
a distance on the horizon as it casted a very curious and
most soulful shadow under the limitless canopy of the
late-morning sunlight
although it was very rusted, this Old Can actually
reflected radiant light rays at various times when it
was touched by the rays of the bright sunlight as it
ascended to its customary cosmic dominance in the
late-morning sky
it also had five certain hole punctures located front
and back, in its upper-area, from whence the bright
sunlight reckoned a kaleidoscopic effect of sorts as
the sunlight touched and passed through each of these
unique apertures that were arrayed on this Old Rusted
Can
inelegant as this Old Rusted Can was—this unexpected
and most unusual light-show lasted for several minutes
until the darkened clouds overhead blocked out all of
the bright sunlight for the rest of the morning
yet, I just couldn’t help but feel the true divine presence
of Almighty God Himself—as I had fervently focused on
every aspect and precise detail of this radiant and very
unusual light-show which presented a magical sense and
aura of empyrean enchantment
and whilst I continued my deep gaze at this Old Rusted
Can, I was simultaneously and singularly transfixed by
the utter majesty and true joy of the holy epiphany it had
presented to me. I thought for a moment . . . God does
indeed, relate to us, at times, in very mysterious ways!
Amen! Amen!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
August 21, 2018 (Imagism)
Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2018
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