The following poem is a deep image poem written in freeform style with separating stanzas.
The deep image poem is one about mysterious images that are referred to mostly from what some would classify as a rural life style and from the natural world.
Additionally, one would see the images as being somewhat different for the present western civilization.
The images referred to in the poem should elicit the thoughts of the reader while drawing the reader into a depth of deep consciousness and contemplation, regarding the physical world, as it connects to one subconscious state or a spiritual state of being.
The following poem uses a combination of end rhymes and internal rhymes in such a process.
Additionally, such techniques enhance the flow, rhythm, and harmony of the poem.
The poem addresses the question of what went wrong in the millennial transition of humankind from then to now, how the health of people has slipped, and why their biological or chronological age has diminished below threescore and ten.
Tell Us Great Stories About Times When...
Tell us our wise friend about times when; Because there are questions Regarding now and back then; when Men were like giants walking the land Living without today's so-called plans for the ages During times when there existed no cages When people were free Lived as far as they could see; Come; sit around the fire our wise friend Enlighten us with words of wisdom When women on earth Lived through child's birth without epidurals; Enlighten us about how men and women Lived beyond certain ages and centuries Had great eyesight without wearing glasses; Enlighten us our wise friend of how they could see Way beyond the miseries of their time, How they could climb rocks and mountains Without grappling hooks and picks, How they could tackle a saber tooth tiger with Their bear fists, Uplift our hearts with such great knowledge; Tell us how Moses climbed Mount Sinai without ropes How he watched the burning bush Without sun glasses; How he survived hearing God's voice Without a shrink's stigmatic notation; How he made the trip without a drip of thirst Nor a plastic water bottle in a purse! Unravel the mystery our wise friend how Sampson Could lift rocks and boulders; Why is it that today we see people walking around with haircuts called politically correct Above their ears and shoulders; Why men are now weak at heart in their backs and knees; Give us the scoop Where did they drop out of the loop? We are waiting for the story our wise friend When men walked in glory Women by their sides Eating herbs from trees Without definitions of organic on the planet Lacking such politically linguistic knowledge Sustaining their bodies without any plan Living from the natural land Never wearing eye glasses, yet had their sight Nor prosthesis, yet they walked Not even hearing aids, yet could hear Or crystal Jades, yet beautiful Who lived for centuries, without surgeries Strong as a bull, while dinosaurs they pulled Without refrigerators or special decorators We are waiting our wise friend to hear The fascinating story of such glory!