And let us meet the morn.

And let us meet the morn.

A Poem by C.
"

Tried to make fun of my classmates through this... not sure if it worked.

"

Come!

And let us meet the morn

with hope.

Cast aside

paltry trifles;

forget

what it is

to sigh.

 

Onward!

Take heart,

and we shall

push, heave

through muck,

through slop,

laughing, roaring

as we go.

 

Comrades!

Who shall

stand

against us if

we choose

to play

the man?

 

Heroes

are we all

in our own

little game;

let us fight

without injury,

shout

without Cause.

 

O you

who now tremble,

close

your eyes;

shut out

your despair.

 

This

is the day

of courage,

of dreams.

 

Come!

And we shall

ride

in glory--

for Nothing

really matters

anyway.

© 2010 C.



Author's Note

C.
Not sure if any of it makes sense; supposed to be a study on existentialism. Asserting value in the knowledge that it doesn't exist, that kind of thing. Chose the medium of a Braveheart-like speech just for the hell of it.

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You said you were trying "to make fun of [your] classmates" with this. If they know anything about irony, than they should feel ridiculed.

I love "let us fight without injury, shout without Cause." I think its the most important line in the poem--except perhaps the end--and clearly points out the idiocy of people who do just that: wasting their existence. I think the Braveheart-like speech was a perfect medium, as it enhances the satire: men striding into battle DO have purpose, DO have Cause. The speakers of this poem are not only wasting existence, but enjoying their passiveness.

That's what I get from it. You may have had an opposite idea. But isn't that the beauty of poetry? To each his own... interpretation.

A well presented--if slightly dismal--idea. Once again, very well done.

Posted 7 Years Ago



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C.
C.

London, England, United Kingdom



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I'm a Philosophy major, Creative Writing minor. I like Philip K. Dick, Frank Herbert, Isaac Asimov. Partial to poetry. My poems are mostly short. Recurring themes: detachment, apathy, loss, melancholy.. more..

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