Monday, September 25, 2006

The Baptism.

Weep, child
in time your tears will flood the earth
leaving dashed hopes and faded memories
lost, themselves, amongst waves of regret.

Young dreams may survive the storm,
older souls will be reborn
until all the hurt has been restored.

Fortify your disillusioned expectations,
learn once more to believe in mirages;
yesterday is ours to lose, not to forget.

And when your weeping soaks the planet,
when the salt from your tears turns to ash,
a new sun will rise from the embers;
You shall be the light.

Weep, child
in time your pain will drown the earth
taking with it, to the bottom of the ocean,
harkenings of your childhood monsters.

Masts and sails and ships, Ahoy!
eternity, bless my baby boy.

6 comments:

Minty said...

What, is it the floods of tears that baptise you? If so, I totally agree. There's nothing like emerging cleansed and renewed after a good cry. So well written, this.

Cheri said...

whoa, totally new perspective to crying! nice read!

ish said...

crying doesn't make me feel 'cleansed and renewed'! if anything, it makes me feel weak and then i feel guilty for being weak...

u'd think i'd learn my lesson and stop giving in, huh? but alas, it seems my bladder is behind my right cornea...

Iwaya said...

Writing about crying as being a good, therapeutic experience is pretty hard to do. i have read many such poems that never capture exactly what that feeling is. what i'm trying to say is that...well...i don't think this is your best poem. what happened to all the vivualising imagery you have been hitting us with in 'Prophet' and before? i think you could make it much better. i hope my comment does not annoy you. i just know you often write much better than this.

Klara said...

True!True! Crying always easens the pain n leaves u refreshen and ready to take in the next thing!!
NICE POETRY!!!!

R. Wagaba said...

@ everyone: this wasnt actually wirtten as an inkblot type poem. no hidden meaning or anything. I'm not YET good enough to write one of those kinda poems. It was actually about a baptism...thus the title, "The Baptism." But thanks for all the kind words and, well, for getting your cry on.
@Mataachi: this is hands down THE greatest poem ever written since the dawn of poetry writing anywhere ever period! Thats my comeback and i'm sticking to it...No? You aint buyin it? Shit.