Write a Hallelujah Poem

Yesterday, I spotted a post about a new book coming out about this song:

LEONARD COHEN LYRICS – Hallelujah.

On Facebook, I became involved in one of those online discussions that is almost impossible to leave and haunts you for hours.

The lyric centers around a word that was formerly the sole province of formal religious adoration. Mr. Cohen provided a secular context that, upon deeper examination, is simultaneously spiritual. Everything in his poem is ambiguous, and that ambiguity and dissonance plays off the captivating hymn-like cadence of the melody.

I have to try my own, without music. There will probably be more. I don’t think I will be able to let this alone.

Hallelujah

Crows circled

above the

ash tree

my husband

leaped over

when he was

a boy. We

thought

they were

playing

until dead

baby crows

tumbled down

like deep

purple rain

and the others

flew away

cawing

Hallelujah.

One morning

our duck

stood encircled

by six

ducklings

hatched

overnight

from a nest

she had

been hiding

and she

was so

proud

until the

drake crushed

nearly every

one.

Hallelujah!

In a yellowing

masterpiece,

under dewdrops

and meticulous

brushstrokes,

some blossoms

have withered

and flies

have alighted

on rotting

fruit.

Hallelujah!

Winter winds

send autumn

leaves flying

And even

the stars

are slowly dying.

Yesterday

is a dream

but I’m

not crying.

Hallelujah!

Linda Armstrong 12/4/2012. All rights reserved.