author's note: This peom is about that nobody, no human, can create anything inside and out of this world. Nobody, except God. He is the true artist of this world. He is the only one who can create such great nature here on Earth.
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Hear the swift flight of the eagle
See the grass flow along the Earth
Feel the warmth from the large star
Hear the coyote howl in the distance
See the moon glitter in the dark night
Feel the soil on the Earth become cold
Feel the soil on the Earth become cold
The blue sky, painted by a Master
The mountains, carved by a Master
The waters, filled by a Master
But who is this Master?
The Master of all creation?
Or the true art Master?
Nice poem! I really like how you end with a question, so the reader has something to think about when they finish the poem. Great job!
ReplyDeleteI also like how you ended with a question. You want to make sure in a poem that you don't got too heavy-handed, meaning, too obvious with what you are saying. If you are, then the readers feel like they are being preached to. I would have liked it to go on a bit more, to reveal ore of where you see the master's hand -- maybe some less obvious places that you see and others may not.
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