friar's lament
psalms of peace
on granite
dreams
are songs
these birds
will never
sing.
Poem © 2011 R. Burnett Baker
Photo courtesy of Tess Kincaid
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- R. Burnett Baker
- Rick Burnett Baker currently is self-employed as a narrative photographer, and is a member of the National Press Photographer's Association (NPPA), and the Photographic Society of America (PSA). A native Texan, Baker is a graduate of State University of New York (Albany) with a BA in Asian Studies, (minor in classical Chinese literature), a Graduate Certificate in US Urban Policy, and a Masters (MRP) in Regional and Urban Planning, Third World. He has worked with a mining company in Honduras, with a civil engineering firm in Saudi Arabia, and traveled andworked throughout Southeast Asia, China, and Northern Africa with Halliburton for nearly a decade, based out of Singapore. During his years living in Singapore he was also known for his radio and television voice-over work. Baker returned to the US in 1985 to complete academic interests and continues to live in New York.
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From title to completion, an enjoyable read. thanks.
ReplyDeletewow. very nice rick....tight little verse
ReplyDeleteI wish I could hear they sing.. :'
ReplyDeletelike this one
ReplyDeleteGood is as good does, Rick.
ReplyDeleteWhat I like about this poem is the subtle release from meekness of the "granite dreams". How you use birds as an archetypal metaphor for freedom and peace, yet you shift it to the very truth that they are simply mortal beings who can't exist for the cause of humanity. This poem comes not as an epigram.. and I think this makes Poetry an art more than an advocacy.
ReplyDeleteA fine and thoughtful response to the prompt.
ReplyDeletevery nicely assembled rick. steven
ReplyDelete..birds do praise the Lord in an elemental manner which is way different amongst the priests and nuns who praises the Lord in a sacramental way.
ReplyDeleteGood day.
~Kelvin
love it.
ReplyDelete.. one of my favorites this week.
ReplyDeleteBrevity assumes its role as
ReplyDeletecolossus, as you pack so very
much into slight lines and few
words. Sculpture has always been
a sacred art, finding the life
within granite, sensing what
lurks within, like the poet
does with his heart, like you
do wielding your gossamer
sledgehammer.
A powerful punch packed in a few choice words. Excellent, Rick.
ReplyDeleteSo obvious, why has nobody else seen it?
ReplyDeletebrilliant conclusion, well done overall.
ReplyDeleteooh, says so much! nice magging.
ReplyDeletePerfect!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Short but sharp, wisely done. Love it :)
ReplyDeleteShape Poems