Crack of Thunder and Martin Luther King Jr.
The young man leaned against the rail with both hands, a cigarette between his pointer and middle finger. I wonder how long he was planing to stay at the dinky two-story hotel. His eyes squinted and lips pursed as he pondered the future of his people. I wonder if he was preparing his next speech. An advocate and a leader. I wonder if he thought so. He lifts the cigarette to his mouth, and breaths the tobacco and smoke into his lungs, blows out, and watches the smoke curl around itself in the air. I wonder when he started smoking. He strokes his black mustache with his hand, his eyes still squinted. I wonder if he knows. A crack of thunder rings out on a sunny day. He surly knows now. Hundreds of lives drastically changed by a simple crack of thunder. Despite anything, he will always have a dream.
Well, I could say, that I have a dream, that one day you will wonder too.
I really like your imagery. Its really good.
ReplyDeleteI don't know if any of you made this connection, but it is about MLK getting assassinated. I thought more people would understand, but maybe not.
ReplyDeleteI could tell. This is a great poem. Nice job
ReplyDeleteI definitely made the MLK connection. The images are powerful.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem and let me tell you why. The dichotomy between MLK's pure action and the first person's pure thought strikes me and it heightens the overall power of the poem. Then, at the end, this difference between the two merges with the idea that each has a dream. Your thunder imagery is very fitting. And your last line is a perfect encapsulation of the poem as a whole.
ReplyDeleteThat's realy good, actually. It all comes togethe at the end, which is really cool.
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