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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Much Ado about Nothing (not about the play) (07/28/11)

TITLE: Another Ozymandias
By Margaret Kearley
08/03/11


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The empty Plain, deserted, bleak and bare
In eerie silence held its secret fast,
Each crumbling brick discarded , scattered there
Revealed the stamp of history long past.
Thick bushy grasses, rampant weed and thorn
Cast creeping tendril fingers every day,
Forming a blanket over scene forlorn,
Hiding from sight the perishing decay.
Paths that had felt the weight of bustling feet
Of myriad numbers scurrying to and fro,
Redundant tools discarded in the heat
Never again to feel a hammer blow.
Gone, gone forever, dreams of glory fair
Abandoned and half sunk in time’s grey mist,
Forsaken towers, stairways that led no where
Cut short before completion could exist.

Unfinished stood the grandiose design
Of towering turret, sculptured portico ,
Of spiral stair, of pillar stood in line,
Of city wall, all built long long ago.
O empty Plain of Shinar tell your tale
Reveal the foolishness of mutinous pride
That shakes its fist at God who cannot fail
To halt rebellion’s sinful great divide.
With one small touch God reached right down among
The bustling, busy, seething habitat
And with His power he quietly touched the tongue,
Thus stopped the building of the ziggurat.
Confusion, babble, Babel it became
And like old Ozymandias, does declare
To any who would proudly act the same -
‘Look on my works, ye mighty and despair.’



So whether all my days be long or few,
Whether I walk a dark or sunny path,
Whether my life is full with ‘much ado’
Help me build Heaven’s treasure that will last.




The Tower of Babel, Genesis 11:1-9.
Ozymandias, poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)


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Beth Muehlhausen08/04/11
Incredible parallels here, and told with graceful imagery and poise-of-words. Deeply compelling and yet touchable - a valuable combination! Something to stir the literature buff in all of us. :-)
Juliette Chamberlain-Bond08/06/11
You paint a very clear picture of the tower of Babel, frozen at the moment of its never to be finished construction.
God did indeed ensure that the nations were scattered.
The parallel to Ozymandias is well illustrated and his haughty claim to 'look upon my work you mighty and despair,' is also shown in the tower of Babel.
The ALL-Mighty did indeed look, but did not despair.
Noel Mitaxa 08/07/11
I love the way you keep the energy building through this piece to its empty, arrogant conclusion - before lifting our hearts to seek God's best over our own inventions.
Verna Cole Mitchell 08/09/11
outstanding poetry!
Linda Goergen08/10/11
Your tower of Babel poem masterful in message and poetic vision! Fantastic job!
Lillian Rhoades 08/11/11
Beautiful!, Masterful! I love it when I'm forced to pick up my dictionary!! Much deserved congratulations on your win.
Beth Muehlhausen08/11/11
Yay MARGARET! AWESOME work - congratulations!