Sunday, September 2, 2012

The Eternal War of Beauty - A poem

Standard disclaimer

I have been writing (mostly bad) poetry since I was 21.  This is very odd considering I absolutely hate poetry.  Poetry drives me up a wall.  As a form of writing, it tends to be overly impressed with itself.  If someone wishes to say something, it's best just to come out and say it instead of tying it up in uselessly colorful words that confuse the entire situation.

So . . . now that I've gone on a rant about how much I dislike poetry . . . Let's get back to the fact that I write it. *sigh*  The fact of the matter is, poetry is a very useful tool for writers.  It's a way to get concepts, images and ideas onto paper and experiment with words.  It's also awesome for saying lovey-dovey-gushy stuff.

Please understand that this was written before I was writing consistently.  The technical merits of the writing are . . . non-existent.  It could be written much better, but I'm not going to edit it.  I figure this will keep me from becoming too impressed with myself if I hit it big. ;)

Sunrise/sunset?  Either way, we're ready for war.

Explanation of this poem.

This is the second poem I wrote.  I was debating with myself (before I had emo bunnies to debate with) whether I should write a poem about a sunset or a sunrise.  Both are amazingly beautiful at times.  I couldn't decide and I didn't have emo bunnies to help me choose at the time, so I wrote a poem trying to figure out whether a sunset was more beautiful than a sunrise or vice versa. I totally rode the fence on the subject.

And the emo bunnies have just told me that they like both.  Pretty things make them sad.

This is a sunrise (probably)

The poem (cue coffee shop atmosphere where everyone wears black turtlenecks and snaps their fingers when it's done)

The Eternal War of Beauty

There is an eternal war occurring
A war to see which is more beautiful
This is the war of sunrise against sunset
Which is more beautiful?

The sunrise heralds the start of a new day
It lives in a place called the east
Abolishing the fearful night, the sunrise brings new hope
Is it the most beautiful?

The sunset brings the wonderful night
It exists in the land of the west
eliminating the cruel day, the sunset shows us peace
Is this the most beautiful?

A golden light appears in a fresh and new land
Shooting rays of wondrous radiance thread through a light blue sky
Awakening the world with love and vitality
It is the sunrise that is most beautiful.

Deep red and purple illuminates clouds and mountains
A fire of solid excitement burning a darkening sky
Showing the Earth peace and power
The sunset is definitely the most beautiful

This is not actually a war
It is a continuing cycle of harmony
One would not exist without the other
Together they are the most beautiful thing on this planet

Copyright 8 August 1991 John H. Carroll

This is a sunset (probably)


Anonymous said...

Sunrise or sunset
Of the two, I think
I like sunset the best
But that's likely only 'cuz
My windows all face west

John H. Carroll said...

Awesome. :) My problem is that watching the sunrise means I have to get up too early. ;)

Anonymous said...

1991...that was an awesome year for me :)

Nice poem too :)

John H. Carroll said...

Sweet! It was the year I turned 21, so it was good for me too.

And thanks. :)