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APED: "no room at the inn"

May 22nd, 2009 (08:46 pm)

The donkey chewed hay that was stale and was old.
But it was indoors, and out of the cold,
and if it was crowded -- well, that's no sin.
It's happened before, with no room at the inn.

He'd even once seen the birth of a child,
by a woman, alone, her eyes dark and wild,
her belly was large, but her cheeks were grown thin.
Life everywhere's hard, and no room at the inn.

But the stars come around, and sometimes they shine,
and the smallest of things turns the world.
And donkeys bear witness to doings divine,
and the smallest of things turns the world,
and the smallest of things turns the world.

And this birth goes well, and the mother is strong,
and the baby is born, and his cry is a song,
and he lies, small and red, by her breast, on her skin
And they don't seem to mind there's no room at the inn.

And the kings come around, with purpose sublime,
and the smallest of things turns the world,
and donkeys bear witness to doings divine,
and the smallest of things turns the world,
and the smallest of things turns the world.

Comments

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Posted by: David Hines (hradzka)
Posted at: May 26th, 2009 02:02 am (UTC)

I figured you'd like it! Glad you did.

Posted by: Abigail Lynn (abigailynn)
Posted at: May 23rd, 2009 03:10 am (UTC)

Very nice.

Posted by: David Hines (hradzka)
Posted at: May 26th, 2009 02:02 am (UTC)

Thank you.

Posted by: Supreme Dictator of Hyperbole (treelines)
Posted at: May 23rd, 2009 04:42 am (UTC)

I really enjoyed stanzas two through five. This was a nice poem, nice rhythm.

Posted by: David Hines (hradzka)
Posted at: May 26th, 2009 02:02 am (UTC)

Thanks. I'm trying to play around with some different stuff...

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