An Anthropomorphic Poem

Summary

The website content presents an anthropomorphic poem reflecting on its existence and the message it wishes to convey to humanity.

Abstract

The poem, personified, contemplates its purpose and the impact it could have on its readers. It imagines itself as a hidden treasure waiting to be discovered, promising a sensory and emotional experience to those who engage with it. The poem aspires to capture the essence of nature, such as the joy of a warm day after winter or the vividness of an ocean wave, to evoke feelings and imagery for the reader. It speaks of its own measure of success, which lies in its ability to patiently await discovery and to enlighten and reward those who take the time to read it. The poem is a response to a prompt by Jason Edmunds, inviting poets to consider what message they would send to the world if they were a poem. This piece is part of the author's Poem a Day challenge for 2024.

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The poem sees itself as a source of hidden wisdom, akin to a sowbug waiting to be found.
It equates its potential impact to the rejuvenating warmth of a spring day after a cold winter.
The poem aims to provide such a vivid description of a wave that even those without ocean experience could imagine its sensory aspects.
Success, for the poem, is defined by its ability to survive obscurity and to resonate with readers when finally encountered.
It positions itself as a catalyst for awakening and enlightenment, ready to "lift eye blinds."
The poem is written in response to a prompt, suggesting the author's belief in the power of poetry to communicate profound messages and connect with a broader audience.

My message, as a poem.

Leave this place, Hu-Mon by Ken-ichi Ueda. Link on flickr. License.

If I was a poem…

I’d wait like a sowbug under a rock a treasure to any who uncovered me and took some time to deeply see as I waved semaphore antenna messages.

I’d beam like the first 65 degree day, come end of a too-long winter. No shudder, no shade, just bask, feel heat on your face anew.

I’d capture a green-blue wave’s sand-shore crash so vivid, a reader of no ocean experience could feel the spray, taste salt on skin.

I’d have my own measure of success I’d hibernate among must and dust I’d be patient until eyes found me I’d reward minds, I’d lift eye blinds.

If I was a poem.

This is Poem #77 in my Poem a Day challenge for 2024.

Poetry Prompt

An Anthropomorphic Poem

My message, as a poem.