Thursday, February 12, 2009

Mid Despair a Poem


In the junkyard -
a proser's bribed essay inane,
a preacher's barbed broadcast asides.

among the jilted tires,
rusted weeds,
distilled diapers and accidental destiny -

a clutch of lilies surprises.


By Jamie Cavanagh

2 comments:

Sadie said...

The imagery of this poem is so vivid. The lilies of the last line are the reward to the despair of the first four lines. This piece also really shows how far some simple alliteration can go to build the mood in a short poem. I'm immediately drawn into the world of the proser and the preacher...and I can appreciate a made up word in this case. I have read the title of the poem over and over. There's something about it that keeps drawing me back in. I think it is the lack of punctuation combined with the word choice, which means the title can be read in a variety of ways, with different cadences and emphasis on different syllables and words.

cavjam said...

Thanks, Sadie. That's sweet of you. I'm humbled. I don't know as certainty re others, but I suspect most poets rely on the reader to see/sense things in the poem that were not consciously constructed. For the maker, it's more a matter of "sounding/feeling right" than "being right."

Speaking of alliterative series - that "lilies of the last line" ain't bad, literal liquid.

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