The Day 17 Prompt for The Poetry Pub’s November Poem a Day Challenge is a Form Friday prompt. The poetic form is “terza rima” — a form invented by Dante Alighieri which he employs in his Divine Comedy. This poem I’ve actually been working on for four years since attending a summer class at Regent College. The class and the eight late July days in Vancouver were some of the most refreshing days I’ve experienced. Indebted doesn’t capture my gratitude for the instructor and his example. I didn’t know any living poet-priest/pastors out there. His example gave me permission, and it has made all the difference. So, here’s to Second Joy, which happens to be the subject’s Yoruba first name.
You may listen to me read the poem via the player below.
Second Joy In the spring of life I set out at dawn On a journey seeking that thing to fill My belly’s ache, some bread to feed on. And I came to a man who served as a shill For the swindlers of success who sold to me All I could want just by taking a pill. So I dosed my ache to the full degree With all the world could hope to offer But hunger still nagged and thirst pained in me. And hunger grew, grew greater than before Imaginings sought thrill, wandered in wild Gorging, yet longing, thirsting wanting more. By noon I squandered my life, defiled, Lost and alone having left the straight way Where I waffled twixt two unreconciled. When afternoon came to my life’s day A Poet sounded me with meter and rhyme, And was “mio maestro y autore!” His words cleared the glass, spurred me up the climb Beyond the heavy, damp, and cloudy air, Beyond the film of the familiar’s grime. Past pride’s rock, unto evening’s copse of care The gladsome hill we climb up to hope’s height. Where He speaks, “Peace!” to my fears. With second joy, this poet set me right, Colm’s servant, Ayodeji Malcolm Guite. © Randall Edwards 2023