Lindsay Smith

Rookie (December 16,1939 / Mataura, Southland, New Zealand)

Sponge - Poem by Lindsay Smith

the chatter of children
on the morning of Christ's emergence
& a cat scratching at the door
seeking the comfort of flames
is the beauty in being

& to know & see
yellow petals flutter in the sun
the knobbed pine dropp its cones
when bid by the wind

not for the taste of hemlock sweet
I dream the things that are
that move
that touch me
as a needle thrust to the bone

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I wrote this poem about 50 years ago & some people were very upset that I could express such ideas. Shows how indoctrinated & stuck some people really are.

The needle is what most people are familiar is used to make body art. Needles used in acupunture are for healing & redirecting the flow of Qi.

The legend about the crucifixion is that Christ was stabbed in the side with a spear by a Roman soldier & that he was given a soaked sponge which may have had vinegar. Hemlock, a powerful sedative. Poison in a strong dose.

Hemlock belongs to the hop family used in making beer. Originally Christmas was to celebrate the birth of the sungod Mazda. The workers who built the great pyramids drank beer.

Comments about Sponge by Lindsay Smith

  • Diana Van Den Berg (8/2/2012 5:45:00 PM)

    Superb! Again, the ampersands disturbed me - but a lesser criticism than those of about 50 years ago, methinks.

    My favourite part is... the whole poem, every word, le mot juste.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 2, 2012

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