There is nothing left on this Earth.
Billows of ash, moving unseen
Charred ruins shrouded in the carbon fog.
We are not godspoke men,
yet we are carrying the fire,
enkindling what we don't remember,
the dark of the invisible moon
reminding us to venture at the edge of the world.
We do not curse God.
We will never be safe in heaven with God.
We knew that the world, long forgotten, would not last long.
But as we stare at the blackened shape of rock,
the dead black ivy, and the raw cold daylight,
we are ready and even willing to topple into the flames
into God knows what.
This was my "Found" poem from class, and I found the concept very interesting (pun very much intended). Each phrase that I took from The Road was used in a different context or situation (despite the repetitive ash/fire imagery) but it created a whole new meaning.
Billows of ash, moving unseen
Charred ruins shrouded in the carbon fog.
We are not godspoke men,
yet we are carrying the fire,
enkindling what we don't remember,
the dark of the invisible moon
reminding us to venture at the edge of the world.
We do not curse God.
We will never be safe in heaven with God.
We knew that the world, long forgotten, would not last long.
But as we stare at the blackened shape of rock,
the dead black ivy, and the raw cold daylight,
we are ready and even willing to topple into the flames
into God knows what.
This was my "Found" poem from class, and I found the concept very interesting (pun very much intended). Each phrase that I took from The Road was used in a different context or situation (despite the repetitive ash/fire imagery) but it created a whole new meaning.
My two categories that I got quotes for were fire/ash imagery and religion/faith. I don't think that McCarthy intended to link these two topics together, but the poem actually does link the two together.
What I find most interesting is that technically, these aren't really my words. I used linking words and made up a few phrases, but for the most part I didn't really "write" the poem. I just manipulated what was already there to make a message that I thought encompassed The Road. Also, even though a lot of us had ash and fire imagery as one of our topics, every one of our poems had something different to offer.
Even though I sort of enjoyed this process, I do feel a little guilty. I really like my poem but I know that I didn't really come up with the words for it. Mr. Mullins even gave us clear cut instructions on how to write this poem, which is not how poets usually write. My understanding is that poets take inspiration from what they see. I guess I could say that I am inspired by the road, but I was inspired way more by getting a good grade.
Long story short, I liked doing the poem, but I'm not sure whether I can really be proud of it because even though I wrote it, I didn't write it...if that makes sense.
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