Thursday, April 20, 2006

Poetry Thursday

I have tried writing a post for the last twenty minutes about why I like this poem and why I wanted to share it today. I can't seem to get it right so for the first time ever I am just going to let the poem speak for itself!

"Identity"

Let them be as flowers
always watered, fed, guarded, admired

but harnessed to a pot of dirt.

I'd rather be a tall, ugly weed

clinging on cliffs, like an eagle

wind - wavering above high, jagged rocks.


To have broken through the surface of

stone, to live, to feel exposed to the
madness of the vast, eternal sky.
To be swayed by the breezes of an

ancient sea, carrying my soul, my seed,

beyond the mountains of time or into

the abyss of the bizarre.


I'd rather be unseen, and if then

shunned by everyone, than to be a

pleasant smelling flower, growing in

clusters in the fertile valley, where

they're praised, handled, and plucked

by greedy human hands.


I'd rather smell of musty green stench

than of sweet, fragrant lilac.

If I could stand alone, strong and free,

I'd rather be a tall, ugly weed.


-Julio Noboa

14 comments:

Endment said...

A very powerful poem... Yes, it can speak for itself.
I am glad you shared it today.

Susannah said...

I'm going to print that one out and stick it in my journal. a tall ugly weed - yes, that's me today, but standing alone strong and free. i love it - Sx

gkgirl said...

this is so interesting
and makes me wonder
which i would want to be
if i could only be
one...

hmmmmm...

great poetry pick!
:)

bee said...

i'd rather be a "tall, ugly weed" myself. i love dandelions for their under-doggedness.
thank you for this poem. i'd never heard of him before.

Jennifer said...

Amazing poem. I love it.

vicci said...

I really like this poem...and your blog...first time I've visited...

Karen said...

what a beautiful poem. I immediately think of my trip and the bluffs in Ireland.

M said...

Weeds are always the ones that stick around! This is a great poem, thank you for sharing!! Hoe your job is going well.

Jamie said...

Oh, Meg, what an awesome poem. What powerful words. What a powerful stand to take. Whew, I'm still catching my breath.
Thank you!

la vie en rose said...

i can see why you love it--it speaks so beautifully about living, really living, by our own terms and in freedom and independence of spirit

Alexandra S said...

Oh wow! That is a wonderful, wonderful poem! I had never heard it before. Isn't it amazing that there seems to be no end to amazing, new poetry? Thank you Megg for sharing this one today! xo

tara dawn said...

Oooh, I love this one! Absolutely perfect choice...and it doesn't really matter why we pick the poems we do...they speak to us all regardless of why we choose them! I hope you are doing well sweetie. I promise I will write a long email to you soon.
Love to you,
TD

Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

yes yes yes!!

Shannon (Sentimental) said...

Just Beautiful!