Who Am I, You Ask — Charley’s attempt

I am the tiny finch who fills the air with song at dawn.
I am the bronze of sun on snow-capped hills.
I am the play of wind upon the leafy ash.

I am the ocean’s waves caressing sand and shells.
I am the youthful fool—reckless, full of joy.
I am the ache of old ones shuttered in the dark.

I sing in many voices dawn and dusk that man ignores.
I bring the beauty forth in nature’s palates pure.
I breathe comfort that cools the heat or melts the snow.

I rock oceans deep, the stormy crash or gentle lull.
I energize the heated youth who sings out praise.
I agitate the longing for a final rest, a rescue home.

Victoria Slotto posted Who Am I, You Ask (the first half of the poem above) as a part of Jill’s Casting Bricks July challenge.  I, for my part, simply took the measure of this poem — as a reader, reading it through my own set of filters — and headed off in the direction I thought it might be going.  The fun in this challenge is that no two people (and especially two poets) are going to see a poem the same way.  That’s my take.  Read the explanation about how this challenge came about on Jilly’s site.

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9 thoughts on “Who Am I, You Ask — Charley’s attempt

  1. Your first line – I sing in many voices dawn and dusk that man ignores – reminds me of how I will stop to gaze on the beauty of a sunrise or sunset and realize that everyone around me is oblivious to the beauty. I see that in your photos. This has the feel of a self-proclamation; profound last line. Beautiful work!

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