It seems his kids are Gospeline, immersed
As status updates -- jpegs, captioned tersely,
Loves Jesus, girl two also, also three;
We ran together, played our games, him
And images apart, and 'I don't know'
Filtered through their dad. Holy, Holy, Holy
Daily feed, anointing us with status
And branding us. Old friends and fragments
Are the Lord of Hosts, who gives to us this,
Their names, just their holy predilections
That tried to let me win. Now we're video;
He praises them, and I remember: we were kids,
Tagged and released. Click the link: girl number one
In public sacraments and posted online.
2 comments:
Another "cheat" sonnet, but I can't help seeing what found poetry emerges when I Berrigan-method some verse. It helps if each line is strong itself, and I think this one works. It's neat to see how the message changes. I should get back to writing more traditional sonnetry now; the one on which this was based went for sonnet-feeling rhymes and sonnet-feeling meter rather than the real thing. I think it works, so maybe more later.
The fun of this, besides the delicious nostalgia, is the fascination of the experiments between the originals and Berrigan-styled rewrites.
I dasn't like the references so carelessly and sacrilegiously as it seems to Jehovah as it seems He's shown us in His Word.
That aside, as well as the odd form, the fascination of all this might lie in the subtle expose of the sonneteer. I am enjoying that, though only barely tasting it all in my breezy perusals.
Religion now and from our childhood, our attitudes and beliefs examined with excellent imagery and winsome sentiments, make this particular set an interesting brief study.
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