This week let’s write a scrapbook poem. It could be about making a scrapbook or looking through a scrapbook or maybe even making a poetic version of a scrapbook where each stanza is a distinct image, like a snapshot. Post your album in the comments below.
(An excerpt, Beat 9, of a playlet written and performed at the St. Louis (MO) Fringe Festival, 2017. The play – Didn’t You See Us. A story of the children of the Syrian Rising.)
Who Is God
The god of the Jews brought us law … and taught us vengence.
The god of the Christians brought us love … and taught us hypocrisy and indifference.
The god of the Muslims brought us peace … and taught us intolerance.
Who is this God? This being who gives life … who raises us up from dust and ash … then strikes us down … even those too young to have committed any crime?
We talked among ourselves … lest our parents disapprove … only wishing to understand.
Some said they didn’t know who God was … some that He was real … others said strong … Maryam said God was a woman – because only a mother could see such evil, and still love the doers of such deeds.
Many said God created all things but … we found that too hard to believe – that God created all this …
A neighbor boy, Peter, drew a picture – a man with large eyes, a huge smile … his arms stretched out impossibly wide so he could ‘’hug every one’’ … we loved that image …
[pause – sadness]
Me? I could only think God must be heartbroken …
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Nice. Thanks for sharing.