Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Caught, Asked, Given


Caught in a confusion
of brambles,
entrapped by vines
and thickness of branches,
choked by leaves
and ugly brown shoots.

Asked for clarity,
for sharpness,
for stiletto-like slicing
through overwrought,
overworked complexity,
massive artificiality.

Given a silver goblet;
told to drink.

This poem is submitted for One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry. To see the other poems submitted, please visit the site. The links will be live at 4 p.m. central today.

Photograph: Underbrush by Peter Griffin via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

40 comments:

Michael said...

Very vivid words Glynn. Really enjoyed it.

~*Michelle*~ said...

Great visual....Love it!

Jerry said...

Massive artificiality. Oh how that is realed amidst the confusion. It happens way too often.

David Rupert said...

Just to let you know where I'm at in my life. While I was reading this I was thinking, "I need a machete" - and then you propose the goblet. Man, you take all the fun out of my visual!

As usual, great verse friend!

JC Dude said...

I felt like I just went on a small adventure! Marvelous!

Linda said...

I talked with my baby brother this weekend about prayer. He is slowly making His way back to faith. He said he prays for clarity. This sums it up so beautifully Glynn. I must send it to him.

Maureen said...

Those first two stanzas describe so many experiences in our daily lives. . . and then those two concluding lines just show us a way through it all.

Cassandra Frear said...

Have you been eavesdropping on my life lately?

S. Etole said...

I think I had reached the wrong conclusion at the ending ...

moondustwriter said...

Oooo I love the feeling of being caught in this mysterious mire.
Wow this one pulls the reader in...

Thanks for the One Shot and the support of each of us

Moonie smiles

Brian Miller said...

drink deep and i imagine you will see your way...nicely done and apropo for me...

repressedsoul said...

Very vivid Glynn, I was caught up in the brambles. I'd hand you a machete, but the vines have my legs!

g-man said...

Life can overwhelm you...
Forget the Machete'..Get a Chainsaw!

Dulce said...

:)
Great one...So much said in the imagery. Brilliant Shot

Carrie Burtt said...

Glynn this is profound and brilliant!

hedgewitch said...

Something quite Zen, mystical, in the not-answer that is an answer. Thoughtful, balanced and in it's own way, quite comforting.

Monkey Man said...

Sounds as if you already drank deeply to gain the clarity you wish. Excellent.

LauraX said...

mysterious and surprising ending...or beginning perhaps?

Old Ollie said...

Cool - my type of poetry.

dustus said...

Enjoyed! Well written lines. The words in tandem with the picture create such a cool combination of visuals, for instance "for stiletto-like slicing." Unexpected ending. Thought-provoking final image.

poemblaze said...

Strong poem. In particular I love the tension of the first stanza and also the interesting twist at the end

M G Reignier said...

Symbolic journey fraught with dangers cleansed by the blood. Good write. Liked it.

cianphelan said...

Vivid on-rush of tense reflection - in conjunction with the picture, it provokes this rising sensation of being trapped, being fenned in. Interesting ending, too - drink deep, will we find escape in it, or just more of the routine? Very thoughtful!

Cor said...

Very well written Glynn. I felt I was there as many times all of us are. I like how you tied everything together in the end.

Beachanny said...

Very good use of symbols here and much like my poem this week, I think good for Advent. Your brambles and woven vines seemed to foreshadow the crown of thorns, the sharp pain and gave way to the superficial overlay that the season has become. Communion in the end and the whole film / book of The Silver Chalice. Good one. Thanks, Gay @beachanny

signed...bkm said...

Love the symbolism of the goblet - that saving grail in a world of brambles and confusion....nice one shot Glynn...bkm

marousia said...

The goblet is such a lovely symbol. This was a lively poem - I enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing.

Brock S. Henning said...

Glynn, I've been offered that goblet so many times, yet more often I've shoved it aside to continue bushwhacking to no end...only to come back thirsty for that goblet. :) Very good.

Helena Malheur said...

a thought provoking write full of vivid imagery -- for me, that last line brings all the thoughts to a culmination… Very nicely done.

senderupwords said...

Glynn, as always a pleasure. Nice one shot. Love and Light, Sender

lordemmanuel said...

What a thought...outstanding.

Cheers!

judyblackcloud said...

Found you through One Shot Wednesday! What a lovely poem! It's really beautiful. One small issue I had was the word 'stiletto'. It seems at odds with the rest of the more natural images. I actually think maybe using a contrasting color (like silver or copper) to compare with the branches, leaves and shoots.

Eric Alder said...

The short end lines are very strong and effective, especially in contrast to the longer preceding stanzas.

Nice write, Glynn!

gautami tripathy said...

Awesome thoughts...

destined wanderings

Laura said...

I was feeling like David--give me a machete! But yes, your gentle answer is much more satisfying.

betweenhearts75 said...

Fantastic structure of words used in this. I really love the ending that continues to get beyond...and not end. Wonderful writing! ~April

Mama Abby said...

I really loved the image of the poem, but most the ending and how much it will stay with me...thank you:)

DeLi said...

still-calm fervor!

Steve Isaak said...

Vivid visual pokes n' prods, with an intriguing shift between the second and third stanzas. Good work.

ladynimue said...

amazing !! forgot to comment last time i read this .. truly wonderful write