Two Watchers Poem by Daniel Brick
Two Watchers
The Human Watcher
I live near a confluence of angels.
It is like a high-walled city at an ancient
crossroads, where travelers drink sweet
water drawn from deep wells, and sit or doze
in the coolness of cedars. Then I feel
the joy that eluded Gilgamesh, and enjoy
the very sleep that dashed his hopes.
When I awake, I carry with me bright visions.
The Angel Watcher
I have a question for our Creator. When he
returns he will tell me which of our races
he created first: his answer will tell us
what we need to know. Did he start with them,
realize they were too weak, and gradually
swell their being into us angels, or
did he find us too strong and slowly squeeze
our being to their limited dimensions?
The Human Watcher
Gilgamesh crushed a lion in each arm hold,
the life drained out of one, and then the other.
Gilgamesh turned their hides into his clothes.
Gods and goddesses were shocked to see him dressed
in dead flesh. Then he imposed his will on nature
and the world. Only Ishtar resisted but he stayed
defiant. Why did he try so hard? In the end
he was broken, weeping for himself, weeping for us.
The Angel Watcher
Sometimes it seems to us that a machine
with a dogmatic sense of humor created us
and them. We know there was a power before us,
and higher then us. It is a knowledge buried
inside of us. Will he or it return? Meanwhile,
there is one among them who scans the night sky,
keeps track of moonlight and sunlight, a watcher
whose eyes burn with desires he cannot shape further.
The Human Watcher
For eons the sky has divided our races. Is it
the radiance of the blue expanse or the glory
of the solar orb that confers such power
to those who climb in flight through corridors
of light and glory in vistas. What if they shared
their power, descended to live among us, blended
with us in marriage and childbirth? What if
a new and mighty being came into being from our union?
The Angel Watcher
I live above a confluence of humans, scattered
across dusty plains, scorched by the sun, blasted
by the wind, flooded by waters. Every bad thing
that can happen to beings has happened to them.
This is called the Human Condition, because
no single human being experiences these things
in isolation. They come like an huge ocean wave
and sweep over all things impartially...
How have they responded to their Human Condition?
They invented music and dance to express their joy
in existence, and to praise higher beings if such
exist. They have composed epic poems, which summon
them to accomplish ever greater things to fulfill
their destinies. They write lyric poems to celebrate
the arts of peace and bring the sweetness and the light
into their lives, so the area of darkness diminishes
AND THE LIGHT SPREADS EVERYWHERE BELOW, BESIDE AND ABOVE THEM.
confluence** of angels? ? ? time to Google confluence define! ! WERE ANGELS CONVERGING? ** con·flu·ence, noun - 1 - the junction of two rivers, especially rivers of approximately equal width. synonyms: convergence, meeting, junction 2 - an act or process of merging. //............ok, poetic license granted to you! (continued) ...
(cont.) ....does Human Watcher mean a human who watches or one who watches a human? ? ? and the same question goes (similarly) for Angel Watcher. hmm? ? ? maybe i'll figure it out if i finish reading the poem? ? ? OK! the second stanza seems to answer my question(s) . ;) (cont.)
(cont.) ...and........Gilgamesh? ? ? more Googling! ! Gilgamesh was a historical king of the Sumerian city-state of Uruk, a major hero in ancient Mesopotamian mythology. so not really a 'true human', but a mythological human? // stanza 4 is the most interesting one for me so far, though it doesn't answer any questions for me. (cont.) ...
Every bad thing that can happen to beings has happened to them. This is called the Human Condition, because no single human being experiences these things in isolation. They come like an huge ocean wave and sweep over all things impartially... How have they responded to their Human Condition? They invented music and dance to express their joy in existence, and to praise higher beings if such exist. - - - - - - - - -An analysis of human condition - - - - - A great write.
(cont.) AND they aka humans have also invented gods/goddesses (i think most will now agree) , including the Christian God, and invented WAR, and tools, including weapons, and machines, including vehicles! ! ! ! and laws, dams, fences, countries, recipes, clothing, medicines, etc. etc., some of which have improved and others perhaps which have diminished the human condition. Hic est finis (of my comments! ! !) . bri :)
(cont.) ...They come like an huge ocean wave............i think some will debate whether an huge OR a huge is correct English. i think the consensus aka general agreement on that question has changed 'over the years'. hmm? (cont.) ..
.....[i didn't mean to send the last line without more lines, so..............now i continue (again!) : I WOULDN'T MIND trying (at least) to mate with some shapely angel! ! ! (female one preferred) i wonder if 'she' would remove her wings as well as her raiment. hmm? i've probably NEVER used the word raiment! ! ! it just popped out of my head! (cont.) ...
(cont.) ....some of the pictures of angels i've seen are PRETTY ATTRACTIVE! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/15/2024 5:37:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The thoughts of angels and men in this poem invite much reflection. I wonder if intervention from a higher race would significantly improve or destroy our world. I also felt a swell of pride of being a part of the great human race and evolving with the benefits of new technology. Humans are so creative and so smart.