Poetry Challenge

Fellas and gentlewomen, I would like to make a challenge to you. Try to write some random poetry, for me. I don't know anything about poetry myself. I do know that most poetry that rhymes sucks pretty bad unless it's written by an absolute genius, and we have left most of those to rot in our old literature textbooks rather than appreciating the beauty of their words.

Nonetheless, poetry is worth taking a stab at. Some of you may have wondered why I write any poetry, on the one hand, and, also, why I post it. I'm not sure other than just for the fun of it, to see if I can write anything interesting or cool or with some sort of beauty. Most of the time I fail miserably, but I am comforted by knowing that C.S. Lewis wrote some poetry and was mocked and jeered for it, because it pretty much sucked. And so I am okay with writing sucky poetry because he did.

So write something with me. All I do is take something random that I was just thinking about or reading about, generally with one central experience or theme in mind, and I just begin typing it out. I generally don't spend more than two to five minutes on a poem. I usually don't go back and correct anything except for grammar or spelling errors before posting it. It's just a silly way of practicing writing something.

Here, I'll take a stab at writing something that rhymes even though I know it'll sound cheesy. I was just reading a bit of Till We Have Faces, where, at the end, Orual talks about how the Fox taught them about the inadequacy of words on this earth as opposed to how they'll become meaningful beyond our present understandings in Heaven... I'll go with that:

Till it can be spoken
It shall be just a seed
And within us
Will grow
To choke out every weed

The destiny within
Every jot, every tittle
Lays within the womb
Of our soul
Brittle

On the heavenly beams
Where we’ll lay, and we’ll run
And our faces will gaze
And become
Like the sun

And the Lord will then speak
The deep words that have kept
Until now in a chest
Where the key was long hidden
And the gatekeeper slept

The time will then come
And the words we have stuttered
Will become art and great joy
And be spoken over and over
And Grace be finally, completely, uttered

So there is my challenge. I just wrote that in well under five minutes. Anyone else want to be vulnerable and give it a try?