Poetry is What We Are
From Babbel to Calvary to Jerusalem
poema is a Greek word that means fabric, product, creation, poetry.
It's the word the apostle Paul uses to describe us in Ephesians. You are God's poema, his workmanship.
This is deeply meaningful to me. And I think about it from time to time. One way was to write a poem about it.
I may be pushing my luck, but since my long poem about Solomon was so well received last week, I thought I'd share this longish poem inspired by that phrase.
I hope you find it playful and provoking.
~AK
POEMA
Babel
tower
to
God
built
up
un
able
to
defy
gravity
fell
to
con
fusion
whole
families
separate
like
sentences
verb
tenses
by
punctuation
marks
a
semi
colon
splitting
their
ton;
gues
same
but
differ
ent
frag
ments
syn
tax
mixed
no
cent
ral
word
sy
stem
to
speak
to
wer
to
run
in
to
speak
vowels
to
shape
songs
to
share
they
erect
ed
towers
of
thought
with
out
a
t
to
cross
spoke
in
ton
gues
after
thought
babble
tongues
of
men
afterthought
he
thought,
though
and
fell
a
part
words
at
play
but
no
one
where
to
play
at
no
one
to
talk
to
mean
to
me
an
with
learn
t
languages
the
hard
way
em
pha
sis
with
gestures
eyebrows
share
d
meaning
nod
ded
heads
ask
ed
when
does
a
word
mean
lost
the
imp
pulse
the
u
r
ge
for
poetry
tongues
hardened
with
large
words
eco
nomic
terms
force
d
to
wring
and
bend
and
twist
their
minds
for
one
move
able
couplet
coup
let
mad
e
reasons
as
best
they
could
no
tower
to
run
into
Word
came
though,
this
time
t
cross
ed
though
t
unpleasant
un
think
able
sink
able
thoughts
un
thought
thought
then
thought
again
to
gain
new
subject
noun
verb
geist
ani
mate
Spirit,
shy
at
the
thought
of
know
ing
any
name
but
Other
great
art
ist
of
es
cape
leaving
trace
initiating
the
chase
pull
ing
at
lungs
at
hard
end
tongues
suggest
ing
jest
ing
differ
ence
differ
ent
ess
ence
choosing
chosen
choice
de
fer
to
hold
frag
ments
of
the
wrecked
uni
verse
the
forgotten
or
rotten
be
gotten
lung
gauge
of
lang
guage
taking
touch
ing
hold
ing
those
fall
en
pieces
left
as
rubble
dust
frag
ments
and
build
a
gain
a
habit
ation
new
habit
nation
a
home
to
be
home
d
in
© Andrew Kooman
Great poem….very enjoyable read……