Song of the Powers

This week, I am on time but still a little sad about the giant zero that I have in the gradebook where my grade from last weeks blog should go. I should speak to Mrs. White in regards to that if I can remember. Anyways this week I have decided to blog on Song of the Powers by David Mason.
***Sidenote, I just typed up a whole paragraph and the computer exited out of Safari. I just thought that I would let anyone who reads this know the nonsense that I have to go through to blog about these nice poems.

Back to poetry blogging: As I was flipping through my poetry packet half an hour ago, I came upon this nice little poem called Song of the Powers. It looked nice enough, and I thought to myself "hey this poem is about rock, paper, scissors. Kaya, you know a lot about rock, paper, scissors and I think that you should try blogging on this poem." Thus, here I am blogging about a poem about rock, paper, scissors but not because it would be easy... I would like to further analyze this game and poetry. Go poetry.

This poem is made up of 4 stanzas. With many lines. I would love to tell you how many lines are in each stanza but I don't recall getting my sub work with all of my poetry notes back so, so much for that. The cool thing about this poem was that the first three stanzas focus one by one on the aspects of rock paper scissors:

Stanza One: The rock which has power alone. It has no other "power" and it's all alone.
Stanza Two: The paper which has words? It is very smart and free spirited (so obviously it's not lined paper) Oh and it's alone too.
Stanza Three: The scissors which have meanness. They hare two knives stuck together ready to kill the dreams of the poor free paper. These scissors, though they are 'these', are also alone.

The third stanza tells of the timeless battle between the three; strength, freedom, and evil dreamcrushing. They all prepare themselves for battle but for what? Yes of course, one will win but who will it share it's victory with? The answer is no one because the rock, the paper, and the scissors are alone as essentially we all are. Maybe Mason didn't grow up having any friends, or many friends but still felt very alone. Poor Mason probably could use a hug. This poem, to me, seemed like a lot of talk about these three objects and their strengths, but it was pretty much about loneliness.