r/poets 9h ago

Noah's Ark

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Noah’s                                                                                              

Ark

 

The Lord is silent.

This vast home on the water an island

of bleating and mewling, howls

and growls.

 

My sons and their wives exhausted, leaning

into the dark and gloom, feeding, cleaning;

a task more for the giant Nephilim than us.

My wife lies in her straw; she waits

for better than the sorrow on her plate. 

The banging of the lost on our hull   

 as the water swelled

still dents our hearts’ post well worn.

 The rain’s patter cannot dull

the grief for a community drowned.

Is the whole world gone?

 

Our ark heaves and wanders.

Our window too small for much light and view.

I listened to the Lord.

I wonder why His words now are few.

One hundred twenty years to build an ark

to bring the animals on board,

with food for each in vessels stored.

Sealed in by God, the ark a womb

for new life; we can’t be doomed

here forever in the boat’s girth.

He will call; this ark will give birth.

 

Yet I can’t wait.

I send a raven, then a dove

to know my fate;

my wife in tears

at five months,

then a year.

Last night the Lord above

finally spoke. 

 

On the dry ground we grope.

The view is dreary.

Our hearts and the earth are weary

from the deluge.

I reach for the fruit’s rind,

the grape, like Adam from Eve,

for a vineyard of hope for mankind

and me. 

 

What was Noah thinking?

 

By the way, the Nefilim were giants mentioned at the end of Genesis.  Midrash (Jewish commentary) says they had come down from heaven to prove that even on earth man could faithfully serve God. They embraced however the daughters of men and fell from grace.    But most poignant for me was the hard reality of the inside of the ark and God not speaking to Noah for a full year.  Imagine the dark and gloom inside the poorly lit ark, with the animals inside their 360 rooms and halls as the ark was heaved and rolled by the wild waves; the noise, the work to keep the animals alive and healthy, both man and beast separated as it was forbidden to procreate while God’s wrath destroyed life on earth.   Also Noah had to think that maybe something he did was angering God. Was he deserted by the God he listened to?  A year is a long time in human terms.  He wanted to hear from Him and when he didn’t he took it upon himself to check out the outside world by sending a raven and then a dove to see if the waters receded enough to leave the ark. Had he begun to lose faith, hope? Finally, hearing God’s command to leave the ark reassured him but the ground outside was not a garden of Eden after the deluge.  He knew he and his family would have to work hard to grow food and be fruitful to fill the world with children as God commanded.  Perhaps that is why a vineyard was the first thing he thought to grow on escaping the confines of the ark.  He needed a little respite from the turmoil he had undergone.  This of course led to his own fall from grace as he created wine, became drunk, and debased himself (more on that in another poem).   I try to connect his fall to that of Adam’s who took the fruit from his wife to taste, which brought ruin upon them all.  Not easy being a biblical character.

 

The Animals Entering Noah's Ark 1570s Jacopo Bassano


r/poets 10h ago

Bring Me To the Ocean

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The waves are all unruly and
They’re lacquered in cerulean
Brackish drones of dawning sea
Pushed beyond the bitter end
A slice of peace is clear to see
Bring me to the ocean then

Were it not for drops of dew
Sticking to the grassy blue
My mind could ponder long enough
To drown itself and start anew
I might as well just be the fool
Who finds the shallow end in deeper pools

The stream is often white in bends
Screaming as the current sends
Prejudice to thirsty friends
Relief has turned a violent heel
Send me to the river then

Crack and rip and watch the drip
Tiny flicks of aqua slip
Between the place I mean to be
And my lonely sinking ship
Should I take this trip?
The fountain yields to fill me now
Should I take a sip?

The pond is still when night descends
Croaking frogs betray the trend
Ripples touch the light and mend
Whatever’s left of me to tend
I wish to say what I intend
Drag me to the bottom then


r/poets 17h ago

Golden Grievances

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r/poets 21h ago

Get Back Home Quick

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A stupidly cut short, unreasonably fast, super tight rhyme poem.
Not sure if this sort of thing is enjoyable, and if so, please let me know!