Cottontail Poem by Glen Kappy
Cottontail
Walking towards the welcome warmth and glare
of an early summer sun—
my shadow stretching long behind me—
a cottontail hops from a bush into my sight
just as I'm passing by the front yard of a house—
sudden—as it pulls me from my thought—
unexpected—as I can't remember when
I'd ever seen one on this street before—
which somehow makes an ember in me glow again—
a certainty there's goodness that will spring yet
from the unseen chambers in my heart—but more! —
the most unlikely places in the world of men.
This is the essence of poetry: an image that is the rabbit replaces a thought that is an intellectual gesture. The thought may have profound but the rabbit is sensory and r-e-a-l. The singularity of the image always trumps the generalization. Two young rabbits greeted me when I arrived at my friends' house Sunday, but I was thinking too hard for the moment to become poetry
Hey, Daniel! Happy fourth! Thank you for your comment, and I so agree—the concrete trumps the abstract and the generalizations. For we are, ever, the borrowers from the real. Blessings to you, brother. -Glen
Cntd... That last line a a classic to be remembered. Yes, the human condition is oh so depressing, but moments like this one give hope - in humanity and in the maker of the cottontail.
I love this poem, Glen! Love the way the sight of the cottontail (a rabbit?) pulled you from your thoughts, made your inner ember glow again, and stirred even the most unlikely corners in the world of men.
yes, a rabbit. and thank you for your kind comment, laurie. hope i didn't spoil it for you, but i tinkered with it (probably for too long) this morning, but its essence is the same. -glen
A cottontail emerges from the bushes and early summer sun gives wonderful sun rays that reflects the shadow. Goodness is observed there and this motivates mind entirely. An amazing poem is very brilliantly penned. Revisiting this poem values more.
thank you the second reading and comment. as i said to laurie (see above) , kumarmani, i hope the changes that i made this morning don't spoil the effect for you. -glen
thank you, kumarmani. as it happened i had been thinking about the human condition and this morning was the first in a while with temperatures under 70 f to where the sun's warmth was welcome. i don't plan to write poems, but it's interesting to me what triggers them, what subtext rises with the observations. many blessings be yours, glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Welcome warmth and glare motivate mind and summer morning sun gives wonderful light. Walking towards such light is wise act. When there is goodness and certainty this is liked by all. An amazing and brilliant poem is shared here...10