Thursday, July 2, 2009

My Poems

We went to the library today and I checked out a book of poems by Edgar Allan Poe. After I read them I was inspired to write some of my own. I wrote a total of seven but I want to just put one out right now. Please leave a comment and tell me what you think.



The Poverty Princess


The ground upon which she toils is so dry
That when it is hit with water
One would think that there is a small fire
Because of the dust it produces
Her garden looks as if it is a burial ground
For decaying vegetables and rotting weeds
Her house looks as if not even pigs would feel welcomed
But that the perfect guest must be the most gruesome of bugs on the planet
Her clothes look in such a way that one could not help but doubt that the poor would even
Accept them as a donation
She is the very definition of poverty and filthiness
And every day these facts are made known to her
By the glances of her passers
And rather than imagine a different way of living
She excepts her state of being
She is thankful that she even has land and that she has clothes to wear
And that if ever one day she comes out of her state of life at present
She can comfort those who still are there because she knows how the glances pierce
The heart
In her own eyes her life is the very definition of happiness and content
She feels as if she were living as a princess treasuring every moment
Without uttering a complaint because her maker is still giving her breath.
"Blessed be the God and Father of our LORD Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God."
II Corinthians 1:3&4

-Sarah Hadding

3 comments:

lovely loser said...

i totally love this! esp. the verse at the end...what a pefect fit! i've seen lately how things in my life help others with what they're going through. God works in mysterious ways!

keep it up girl! love ya!

-jordan

p.s. Poe is pretty strange isn't he?

Anna said...

I love that "The heart" has its own line. One of my favorite prayers asks God to "enrich our poverty" - that's what the Lord has done for her.

Yay for poetry, Sarah!

The Kid said...

Awesome!

Kait