Monkey Jump: Man's Neolithic Climb (10,000 to 7000 BC)) A Poem with Commentary))
Long ago, ancient man (often called Ape),
Went from sub-Homo, to Homo, in one big leap;
There was this defining gene, with rapid wings,
And man reaped the benefits, from its seed-
And Intolerance, was maimed, and man gained,
A whooping, and romping, and stomping, enzyme,
Which broke down lactose (a main sugar it contained??)
Going through its brain, --all in all, man now,
Hand a survival rate, or advantage as they say:
And the population grew and changed; next
Came Adam and Eve, and a deadly seed: Caen!....
#1701 2/26/2007
Commentary 'Changing One's Style': One can call "Monkey Jump…" a lyric poem, if they wished to, and they'd be right, or perhaps, a short Ode, celebrating mankind from one point to the next, which is really an ode/Lyric poem in essence anyhow; or an Elegy, a poetic lament for the dead or absent, in this case, the missing link between them and us, or Man's climb to whom he is. If indeed it was a climb. In two of my previous stories, one now in book form, "After Eve," and one unpublished, thus far, called "The Fable of Big-chest (although on the internet)" I try to produce I suppose this missing link, in these stories, as in the poem "Monkey Jump…"one can see it transpire if they read both stories. The point being, poetic fiction can be divided up into historical novels, or stories to make novels, and different types or styles can be used. Poems come in many types of genres, and poets should take advantage of them I do believe, utilizing what they know the best, and not simple write what is expected, such as, and too often I believe confessional poetry, can be this draft of wind. As good as it can be, and I love reading it, poets get stuck in one mode, and every poem ends up reading like their others. An opinion.
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