I am in the middle of an online class on the poet, Emily Dickinson.
She is definitely NOT my poet of choice, and there are times that I might even want to argue that the ‘thing’ others call poetry are correctly named. When a line is so obtuse it has not meanings, so hundreds of scholars have dynamic debates about what that perspicaciously perceptive collect of words might happen to mean …. Enough said?
Our instructor was kind enough to send us a link to a great biographical video about this poet. I hope you enjoy it.
Many people see them as the ‘Bringers of Death’. Senselessly slaughtering all you get in their path. Delivering destruction to families… villages… towns… entire countries.
Executioners have used them. Dictators have allowed the extermination of millions of people ‘not of their kind’. Young men, with dreams of immortality, have used them to create havoc in our society.
But they are only the tool. They are a symptom of a far greater disease. Mankind has allowed the development a pandemic of wanton savagery.
Vigorous interventions must be made into the lives of our youth. Accolades of honest, no-strings-attached love must be showered upon them. The survival of mankind is at stake.
Families and communities have a right to safety. Safe countries. Safe cities. Safe towns. Safe families. The change has to begin with us.
LIFE is sacred. It needs to be a cherished treasure once again.
This was written in the form of a diamante poem. Instead of using the parts of speech, I used a syllable count. 1-2-3-4-5-5-4-3-2-1 and went with antonyms as the poems endpoints. Written for Flash Fiction for the Practical Practitioner.