Genesis (how I learned about religions)

by Kevin   Apr 26, 2011


The white sheet upon a shape,
limitless in mystery.
Cities could and can reside there,
Elves may slumber sound beneath,
accounting for the pointy bits.

We circle and prod, take measures,
proclaim the end of days from angels,
perhaps decree that stains be demons
bare threads tell lessons,
Holy, be thy linen.

The shape beneath the white sheet,
limited by certainty.
Cities sprout from seeds above it,
tales of pointy eared immortals,
the fruit in the bowl hears all and chortles.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    Perhaps this is what the author of "Fairies Wear Boots" was after . I will admit it seems more abstract than I could ever dream of writing
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  • 12 years ago

    by christopher

    Nice piece of work well done i like the hidden agendas worked into your poem. the mystery and wording is good and the poem is just wright. again i like this poem well done. you bring a touch of tradition to your work.

  • 13 years ago

    by Jad

    What a thought provoking poem. Your words in this poem have deeper meaning then what I am going to be able to grasp but I'm sure that comes with age. Anyway you seem to have a solid grasp at making your audience think as you give the reader question indirectly and also theories for us to think about. Your poem flowed overall nicely and it seemed to keep pace and the meter was good as well. You had some parts that had imagery and they put a few good pictures in my head as I read. Nicely done.

    In all, your very talented and I can easily see that from the knowledge and also the creativity in which you wrote this piece. There were some times were you inputed emotions to bring parts alive and I thought that was well done. Great job and keep writing!

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