[stylist] Poem - "Arrival" - First Draft

[William L Houts]

Hello Bridgit and All,

Thanks, everybody, for giving this poem a spin.  Bridgit, it looks like 
this one doesn't grab you so much while it suits Chris and several 
others more than my denser work.  I'm cool with that;  I like to write 
on both sides of that line and don't expect everyone to appreciate 
everything I do. Pleasing smart people is like herding cats anyway.  
Best regards to all, and may all of your aliens prove benevolent.



--Bill








On 5/6/2014 8:00 PM, Bridgit Pollpeter wrote:
> Bill,
>
> I'm not as moved by this poem as others of yours, but for me, it starts
> almost with a humorous tone and ends with more of a thought-provoking
> tone. Not as much imagery as past poems, but I think this one really
> gets you thinking. I like the reference to the angels and gods, and
> aliens sitting down and breaking bread to discuss the universe with
> humans.
>
> Bridgit
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: stylist [mailto:stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org] On Behalf Of William L
> Houts
> Sent: Tuesday, May 06, 2014 5:01 PM
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> Subject: [stylist] Poem - "Arrival" - First Draft
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>
>
>
>
> Hey Blinks,
>
> Just finished a new poem.  Unlike much of my work, the language isn't
> very dense and should parse fairly smoothly.  It's about the arrival of
> alien guests and what they might have to say to us.  I like it;  your
> mileage may vary.
>
> --Bill
>
>
> ---
>
>
> When they come, they'll come light hand,
>
> their fingers like vines across void,
>
> toting no blasters, forcing no gall
>
> in our tender pink throats. Water, yes:
>
> water they'll want, enough to bathe, enoughto drink,
>
> enough for laughing relief.
>
> We thought you mad, they'll say, we thought
>
> you'd scream us down in blasted ruin.
>
> We risked a dive into vapor, we thought.
>
> we chanced our sires, we chanced our get;
>
> you've let us land, pilgrims hilarious mild.
>
> We weep for your troubles, and can solve
>
> one or two, we think.The angels you pray for
>
> don't ride in our star-cars, we sorrow to say.
>
> But grant us a cup now, of water or milk,
>
> and we'll talk.You'll tell us your tale and we'll
>
> tell ours: failure-sharp, and troubled as broken gods.
>
>
>
>
> copyright William L. Houts 2014
> United States of America
> All Rights Reserved
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