Bria
Jourdain 4/18/15
Reading
Response Heart Poem 812
“God is perfection, God is protection,
God is love, but most importantly God is gay.” One of my favorite lines because of how compelling
and the depth it has. I found my heart poem by learning about a YouTube
channel from a friend.. So one day when I was bored I came across a poem called
“God Is Gay”. I just wanted to see the reactions in the comments. In addition
the title caught my eye. But it turns out the poem was very interesting and
powerful. It made very good points that I agreed with and I was just enjoying
it. The main thing that I learn from the poem is to be a stronger writer and to
convey a compelling story. The poem has so much depth because it has symbols
and speaks of the world today.
One of the strongest parts of the poem is
where it writes about society, Elliot Darrow recites, “For we have become
blinded by bigotry. And forgotten that God gave us the rainbow.” Darrow makes a
really good point here. He’s not only relating to religion but to the society
that we live in. We tend to be bias and look over things that we should pay
attention more to. What he is also pointing out here is we should go back to
the original source like a parent, a book, or things in your daily life because
that’s where the answers lie. It makes me feel we as people do a lot of things wrong.
He also recites, “But if you have hate in your heart say it don’t pray it.” This
is a very confusing line but what I make of it is don’t believe in hate.
Praying can be having a conversation with God and by praying hate your
believing that’s what God is. And by saying it your letting it out and it’s out
there. This can relate to society by simply not believing in hate and letting
it be out there. I feel like our society is based on hate and we spend a lot
time pointing out things that we hate.
One of the key components of this poem is
how personal it is. Darrow recites, “Or do you think they would reread the
scriptures they say they swear and survive by.” Like a lot of people we don’t
practice what we preach so we don’t have a right to judge anyone. Furthermore
we don’t have a right to judge what we read (the bible) because by doing so we
are making a inference. And that inference shouldn’t be put on someone or
something. I feel a lot of our life is based on inferences on others and we
never really get to know a person. He also recites, “Picking passages for my
purpose which is in short to show you it’s very possible God is gay.” This is
one of the lines that I read over except for the part where it writes “God is
gay”. However, it proves the point that we make inferences of the things around
us. And shows that we easily judge things that go with our mindset. We aren’t
understanding what it can do to the things around us. Which makes it really
personal because we have to think of others. I feel as if we forget how
personal life is and it’s actually something that is real.
This poem came at the right time because
I just discovered how to enjoy to write poetry. I was able to be inspired to
write about conflicting things on my own time. “God Is Gay” really shows what
needs to be in a powerful poem. Personal connections, power, conflicts, etc.
And by having this in poem shows the out looks on life.
Bria
Jourdain 4/15/15
Extra
credit poem 812
In
The Morning
8:46
In
the morning
I
can see
A
slight breeze
Running
through the trees.
A
awakening sky
That
breaths.
And
clouds scattered to be gone.
Up
above there’s a sun that’s
Breathing
our day.
When
I put my ear against the window the loudness
Of
peacefulness are hollering throughout the streets.
Except
for the birds that poo and sing.
8:53
In
the morning
Planes
are always flying
To
highest of beings.
And
the cars roam with a gentle hum.
And
I like to say I like to wake up early
Just
to know that I’m not alone.
Even
if the branches of the trees have no leaves
It
shows promise to the birds that perch.
And
even if the wind is harsh
And
gives a glumness of cold
The
people who take whatever steps they do
On
the uneven streets and sidewalks
It’s
a part of life
When
it’s
9:00
In
the morning.
The Briar
Kids
Based on the
accounts in Sweet Briar College
A
Enchanted land
Where
people came to celebrate
And
embrace newfound beginnings.
They
populate a place with a
A
brighter sun,
Greenest
of grass,
And
the tallest of trees.
The
Briar Kids,
Found
history hidden in the creases of the new
Hoping
for new futures to become their shoe.
The
kids dance, sing, and rode together with the horses in the spring.
Together
they found secrets hidden beneath
The
tallest trees,
The
greenest of grass,
With
a bright sun behind them.
There’s
more to discover with each breath and step
They
take.
With
mysteries of the past
And
the forgotten that had a clashed.
There’s
a sickening truth behind it all.
But
that did not frighten the Briar Kids.
Because
that’s what they forbid.
Something
then detached from the Briar Kids
Something
that lips can’t explain.
A
humming of shunning fell over the people who helped them.
And
the Briar Kids had lost it all.
With
a shock that it had happened like this.
The
Briar Kids hissed,
“Who has corrupted this loving land? Where we
will forget the rustling of the trees. And the buzzing of the bees just because
of the disgust of these!”
And
they pointed at the adult’s that hid new beginnings in a sea of lies.
That
gave a burden to the enchanted land for it to never to rise.
So
the celebration abruptly came to a end.
As
the Briar Kids whisked away from the seams of the trees,
And
the spite of the sun,
And
the pride of the green.
They
left with more than flame with a tang
But
the dignity of those who have fell with a bang.
And
now
The
enchanted land allows
New
history that stores in the creases of the land
The
tears of the Briar Kids.
I
was inspired to write this poem because I enjoyed working on Sleep Will Come.
It took me a long time to write it because I was interested in the rhyming.
Yet, it was fun writing about the setting because I got to put my own twist on
it.
Sleep
Will Come
Poem
Inspired by Sam Wolfe Connelly’s Painting ‘Sleep Will Come’
I
look into nowhere
As
sit in nowhere
Forever
waiting for nothing.
But
I keep looking.
I
have to
I
need to.
I
want to see more
I
have to see more.
But
even a open window
Can’t
help me
See
to the
Future.
So
I look into nowhere
As
nowhere stares back at me.
I
feel it.
The
cringing of its smile.
A
face full of darkness.
The
darkness that is me
That’s
in front of me.
It
feeds off the pain that it
Ignites
With
the sparks below me.
Those
orange flicks of light
That
can do so much
As
they creep up.
I
taste the life I once had
Through
the veins in my legs.
A
great tension builds into my hands
Letting
my fingers grow to be part of my
Thighs.
Whatever
It
Is
It’s
sticking to the back of
My
head.
It’s
part of me,
Half
of me,
Me.
So
my body twists into stillness.
Then
I feel it.
The
connection with the part of
Me
That
wants to give up.
To
forget the forgotten
Future.
With
a easy twist of the head
I
lose.
So
I keep looking into
Nowhere
Because
without it
It
wins.
I
was inspired to write this poem because of the oil painting by Sam Wolfe
Connelly. I also got pointers from my peers, which made me have more fun
writing.
