Day 7, O gentle readers.
7 is a magic number. Or at least a number that has had mystical or metaphysical connotations in human thought for millennia. For example, here's a little snippet from the King James bible: "Then came Peter to him, and said, Lord, how oft shall my brother sin against me, and I forgive him? till seven times? Jesus saith unto him, I say not unto thee, Until seven times: but, Until seventy times seven"
7 days of the weekThat last 7-thing is related to Native American thinking. The Seventh Generation corporation bases its
The "7th generation" is also a prediction by Black Elk of the Lakota: it will take seven generations for his people to recover from the Wounded Knee massacre of 1890. The Lakota's 7 rituals will finally be whole again when the 7th generation mends the "sacred hoop" of the people and the Lakota culture. The current generation is number 7 and in 2012 there appeared a propitious mystical sign: the birth of a white buffalo. Amazing. Beautiful.
Okay, on to the prompts for Day 7: Robert Lee Brewer of Poetic Asides says: "[W]rite a sevenling poem. Never heard of a sevenling poem? Well, it's a 7-line poem (chosen because today is the 7th day of the challenge) that features two tercets and a one-liner in the final (third) stanza.
Maureen Thorson of NaPoWriMo suggests: "[H]ere is our optional prompt for this, the seventh day of NaPoWriMo. I challenge you to write a poem in which each line except the last takes the form of a single, declarative sentence. Then, the final line should take the form of a question. With any luck, this will result in poems that have a sort of driving, reportorial tone, but with a powerful rhetorical finish. Let’s hope so, anyway!"
Today, I was lucky enough to be able to merge the two prompts: my sevenling starts with six declarative sentences and ends with a question. Here you go:
Meditation at a Church Wi nd ow on Sunday Morning
Thanks for visiting the blog today, friends. I hope your National Poetry Month has been beautiful throughout this first week. See you tomorrow? Comment below, won't you? I give you 7 thanks. Ingat, everyone.
P.S. I've just remembered that a poem I published a little over 7+7 years ago focuses on Native American themes and also features the number 7 in several ways. It's an elegy for a renowned Yuki poet who was, at the time of his death, starting to publish work about his Asian American side; his surname Oandasan is Filipino.
Elegy for My Brother Poet
So there you go, folks, two 7-related poems for the price of one today. Interestingly, when I mention Afghanistan in this poem, I was referring to the Soviet war, but now there we are, similarly stuck. Hmm.
Take good care, all. Be good to yourselves 7 times. Again, please comment below. Ingat.
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