David DeSantis

Rookie (01/29/85 / Utica, NY)

A Cynical Nature - Poem by David DeSantis

The sun smiles,
forcefully examining the bitterness of the leaves
that have become
crushed under the weight
of the eve’s rainfall.

I look on,
curiously wondering
why the sun seems to give light,
to even the most shattering
displays of nature’s fury.

I am broken, I think.
The sun has never fixed me.

Outside the drops of rain evaporate steadily.
Dew, which once subsided in even the most porous
of surfaces
has all but disappeared,
confronted instead
by a warmth as steady
as the sun is iridescent.

You are an observer, I say.
Callous, cold, and unfeeling.

On the ground two squirrels fight playfully.
An acorn has fallen between the two,
and with quizzical wonderment
I watch as a
stalled fury erupts
into a courtship like dance
of dominator
versus
domineered.

Atleast they have each other, I muse.
Who do you have?

The last remnants of darkness have lifted
and the birds respond with a steady hum.
In their song I hear them say,
serenity, serenity:
this is the world.

I turn my head,
And dropp my gaze
downward.

Serenity, serenity,
Is not the world’s way.


The sun rises fully,

I sit on the ground.



Copyright (c) David DeSantis


Comments about A Cynical Nature by David DeSantis

  • (10/3/2008 9:34:00 AM)


    that was a lotta detailing...and coupled to dat bful usage of words...

    :)
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  • (5/29/2008 1:39:00 AM)


    This is brilliant! i have to read more of your poems. (Report) Reply

  • (5/12/2008 4:01:00 PM)


    This is such a wonderful poem David awesome work. Keep it up. (Report) Reply

  • Loyd C. Taylor, Sr. (5/12/2008 4:35:00 AM)


    Hello David. Loved this poem, you put a lot of thought into this one. Good read! LC Taylor (Report) Reply

  • (5/10/2008 3:34:00 PM)


    I can understand why this is one of your own favourites, David. You have invested a lot of meditation and awareness to pin down the moment you describe, the train of thought you follow, the images and connections you've formed from a set of small observantions. Small is usually beautiful - your microscopic observation of the warm crushed leaves and the evaporating dewdrops, the temporary aggression between the squirrels (and I love your aside, 'At least they have each other / who do you have? ') Another mature and thoughtful piece of work. (Report) Reply

  • (5/8/2008 5:35:00 AM)


    Wow, David, a lot of depth & colour here that makes this exceptional. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Enoch John (5/7/2008 3:39:00 PM)


    Hi David,
    I really don't think that you are cynical just because you express this view.
    Nevertheless, it is said that the rain falls on the just and the unjust,
    Enoch.
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  • (5/6/2008 8:18:00 PM)


    This is a philosophical writing that is actually quite
    easy to translate. Unlike most writings of this kind.
    I really appreciate this as a reader. The philosophy
    also poses a great question that can occupy the mind
    all evening. I think this is a positive contribution to
    both the art of writing and philosophy as well.

    Greenwolfe 1962
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  • (4/24/2008 10:31:00 AM)


    'I am broken, I think. The sun has never fixed me.' The lines were written with considerable restraint. The whole poem follows this pattern of controlled mastery. Thanks. (Report) Reply

  • (4/23/2008 11:34:00 AM)


    Thanks. Very well done. This is the kind of poem I like. (Report) Reply

  • (4/22/2008 11:43:00 AM)


    Fine job. The language is very fresh. I admire the way the the title shifts its meaning as we discover that it is nature's cynicism, rather than the poet's, that is being portrayed. (Report) Reply

  • (4/22/2008 7:44:00 AM)


    Not one of those who feels healed by nature then? I liked it a lot, it was entirely truthful and unforgiving. I liked the line about you being broken and the sun having never fixed you. I especially liked that you stopped to say 'I think', it just compounds that sense of meaninglessness. (Report) Reply

  • (4/18/2008 2:02:00 AM)


    A poem of excellence! Loved it! (Report) Reply

  • (4/17/2008 3:06:00 PM)


    I'm new to this site and i'd really like if you'd please read my work and tell me how you feel. This poem works because it's not cliche'. You mixed human emotion with the emotion of mother nature. I liked it. (Report) Reply

  • (4/17/2008 12:25:00 PM)


    nice poem..................... (Report) Reply

  • (4/17/2008 3:31:00 AM)


    I enjoyed the flow of this poem, good imagery, a look through your window, thanks for sharing,
    Lynda xx
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  • (4/16/2008 3:35:00 PM)


    Although not a fan of free form I can recognise and appreciate well written works in any form (Report) Reply

  • (4/16/2008 12:20:00 PM)


    quite a good poem. I often try to pick out my favorite lines but there were too many that I liked here. (Report) Reply

  • (4/16/2008 10:42:00 AM)


    Not so cynical if you can describe nature so sympathetically. As good a poem as we have come to expect, David.

    F
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  • (4/15/2008 8:17:00 PM)


    The warmth and compassion of your descriptions belie the cynical nature of your couplets of interjection. Great style - like the two conflicting sides of a Shakespeare soliloquy. Some fine images and phrasing. The poem leaves the reader thoroughly satisfied.
    love, Allie
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 10, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 16, 2008


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