A Bent Horizon – A Reflection

This poem titled A Bent Horizon was authored by Akiane kramarik at age 10 in her book titled My Dream Is Bigger Than I – Memories of Tomorrow – Part Four Page 136 “You will need your own copy of this book to view the full text of this poem.  I limit quotes for the purpose of discussion and to follow copyright guidelines that allows for limited quotes.”

This poem A Bent Horizon consists of three stanzas with eight lines each…The photograph I choose for this reflection is one I took during our time in Kusadasi Turkey. Turkey is beautiful very lovely and as a thank you for reading this reflection I will include all of my playlists from you tube featuring lovely Turkey…In this photograph there is a body of water and a mountain range on the other side…The morning I took that photo it was very sunny and very lovely…This poem A Bent Horizon talks about “glued mountains” which is why I choose this photo…This poem opens with these words…”watching a bent horizon i twist like a twig” “etc”…I quote the word etc to indicate there is more to this first stanza that I am not quoting…The second stanza opens with “escaping the domestic clock and reversing my circulation i tumble down a hill where alone amid the glued mountains i kneel in the storm”…The last stanza describes the unborn child as follows…”i curl myself like a cheap aluminum gate to patch a busy ego and wet clay replaces the futile claps of my hands”…I purposely left out the first line of the second stanza to encourage my readers to purchase your own copy of this excellent book and to follow copyright guidelines that allows for limited quotes for purposes of this series of reflections which is my review of this great work…The word i is often written by Akiane in the lower case which to me the reader of this book of poems and author of these reflections indicates the least among us our unborn children the unborn child…To me this poem describes the mountains of flesh formed by the bodies of aborted holy innocent children around the world which has created a vast ocean of blood and a mountain of flesh…Hence the term “glued mountains” which to me means the mountains of discarded children whose body parts were torn apart limb by limb by the cruel and merciless powers behind abortion on demand…Hence the unborn child now dead is “alone amid the glued mountains i kneel in the storm”…The storm in this case is the storm of legalized homicide found in abortion on demand laws…The last stanza describes the “futile claps of my hands” which means to me the tiny hands of the unborn children the unborn child discarded by “busy ego” or busy egos too full of themselves to consider for a moment the tortuous reality of the cruel and merciless ego that demands a woman’s right to “choice” to commit homicide legally and literally get away with murder on demand a hit on their own unborn child via abortion..The horrors of the terrible grotesque reality of abortion on demand are too great for a ten year old child to grasp…Hence Akiane write’s what I call the Lamentations of the Unborn in a beautiful lyrical manner that protects the holy innocence of young pure and lovely Akiane…A Binary Genius at a young age preserved in grace by the God of life called to write the best book of poems ever written or known to mankind…I am not fit to tie the shoes of Akiane Kramarik…I am in awe and amazed by Akiane’s work both in her writings and her amazing artwork…Which you yourself can check out online under Akiane’s name…I have four signed Giclee’s on canvas signed by Akiane when my son was a wee baby…Also the book of poems that I write these reflections on is also signed by Akiane again when my own child was a baby…I did a recorded chat with WordPress and they have a video chat from myself where I showed them my signed Giclee’s and signed book by Akiane…I got to speak to both of her parents on the phone years ago which is how I was able to request and pay for my signed Giclee’s on canvas and signed book…Her parent’s are lovely people wonderful on the phone…I never got to meet them in person…One of my dreams is to one day meet this wonderful holy family the Kramarik family…God willing one day perhaps I will get to meet all of them…I state this because dreams are good for us it is ok to dream…I do not have great expectations and I live a very simple life…However, I refuse to lose my ability to dream and my ability to hope that is my audacity my right my true grit the audacity of the Irish Dream from a little Irish Mammy like meself…Ya know life is too short to be serious all the time and if we focus on the cultures of death worldwide sure none of us would want to get out of bed in the morning…So as a sincere thank you for reading this reflection enjoy my playlists from my time in Turkey….I have five playlists for Turkey featuring music I played in Turkey as well as scenic footage and footage of the wonderful food and culture of lovely Turkey…