Letter A

As I begin this new adventure of blogging, I hope to accomplish a few things… namely, “scratch an itch” in the area of creative writing, use this forum for general musings, and find a way to share ideas about numerous subjects that interest me.

I think I will simply start with a poem that I wrote quite a few years ago. For those of you poetically challenged, I include my annotations, especially since the meter is a bit strange.

I hope you enjoy…

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A Notice Paid

“J’ai Faim, Merci”
cardboard mess’ges in Chambery
tattered sleeves and soiled unkempt hair
Tell me friend, O can you see,
a chalk-drawn note written in despair?

I saw him there,
alone, impov’rished, none to care
since I walked with a friend of mine,
not my notice did he fare
A brother in need, Lord, send a sign!

No steak divine,
was placed on polished china fine
but from an old, foul bin of waste,
not worthy of spoon or tine,
a spoil’d tomato suited his taste?

My heart abased!
thoughts bewildered, and soul displaced.
Gave to him, was a gift from me,
and said he, (toward me he faced),
“Merci, Monsieur”, and “Merci, Merci!”

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Questions:

What was PAID?
What was the SIGN? The first one, or the second one?
Who despaired?
Who was really the “brother in need” ?

Experience in Chambery, France, summer of 1986, by a very sheltered Wyoming boy, seeing the homeless for the very first time in his life while on his mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

Daron D. Fraley
January 15, 1991
Minor meter adjustments, March 18, 2005

Meter information:
4 ee “J’ai Faim, Merci”
8 ee cardboard mess’ges in Chambery
8 air tattered sleeves and soiled unkempt hair
7 ee Tell me friend, O can you see,
9 air a chalk-drawn note written in despair?

4 air I saw him there,
8 air alone, impov’rished, none to care
8 ine since I walked with a friend of mine,
7 air not my notice did he fare
9 ine A brother in need, Lord, send a sign!

4 ine No steak divine,
8 ine was placed on polished china fine
8 aced but from an old, foul bin of waste,
7 ine not worthy of spoon or tine,
9 aced a spoil’d tomato suited his taste?

4 aced My heart abased!
8 aced thoughts bewildered, and soul displaced.
8 ee Gave to him, was a gift from me,
7 aced and said he, (toward me he faced),
9 ee “Merci, Monsieur”, and “Merci, Merci!”

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