What is grafted poetry, you ask? It's an invention of my poetic play, and I offer you a definition;
/ˈgraft·ed po·et·ry/: A style of writing where in a writer grafts in another writer's poem, building off the prexisting work, altering it, and adding to it, to make it an entirely evolved peice of poetry.
The following is a grafted poem based off the work of Wendell Berry, (do you recognize which one? points to the first correct guess!) intended soley as a spiritual experiement, this one for the passed season of advent. As the season of lent draws nearer, I find there is some over lapping of application, not absolutely, but it purpose of the expectation and preparation. I offer it to you humbly.
Remembering that it Happened: Holy Expectation
We cannot turn away the thought,
As we go out, cold, to our homes
Toward the long night’s end, that we
Ourselves are living in the world
It happened in when it first happened,
That we ourselves, opening a door
(A latch thrown open countless times
Before), might find them breathing there,
The mother kneeling over Him,
The husband standing in belief
He scarcely can believe, in light
That lights them from no source we see,
An early morning’s light, the air
Around them joyful as a choir.
Looking into another world
That is this world, the pale daylight
Coming just as before, our chores and jobs
To do, the spouse and children all awake,
Our own frozen breath hanging
In front of us; and we are here
As we have never been before,
Sighted as not before, our place
Holy, although we knew it not.
- Wendell Berry, grafted by Brandi Friesen Thorpe
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