* The Tower of Babel forms the focus of a story told in the Book of Genesis of the Bible.[1] According
to the story, a united humanity of
the generations following the Great Flood,
speaking a single language and migrating from the east, came to the land of Shinar with
the intention of building a tower reaching heaven. The Lord confound their language, that they may not understand
one another's speech as He feared that nothing would be
restrained from them which they would imagine to do. This policy of divide and
rule is religiously followed by the rulers everywhere. I used
Chelsea Bednar’s
sketch and tried to combine Challenge #1: Words Count
with Mama Zen and
Challenge #3: "Figurative Language" .
I see the Tower of Babel being resurrected virtually - but I also see it being turned down,.. Loved your words.
ReplyDeleteI cannot imagine what this experience must have been like when suddenly all were speaking in different languages. Your words gave life to the story.
ReplyDeletehigher...bigger... better... and then a big disaster... i wish they had been content with what they had, then probably we would understand each other better today..
ReplyDeleteI think the idea is that by building the tower, people were playing god. You have depicted their defeat very vividly.
ReplyDeleteI remember this Biblical story well. Yes it was told in the book of Genesis. the Lord saw that their project would be harmful so he struck them with his power resulting in the multitudes of languages spoken today. Very good piece you have here...forever entertaining you are Sumana!!!
ReplyDeleteThe story of the Book, aftermath of the Great Flood. Beautifully set out, Sumana! Combining multiple prompts is just fantastic!
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Then and now, the policy is still being applied ~ No wonder the super powers are still gloating ~ Thanks for the backgrounder on your poem ~
ReplyDeletei wonder if we are not going to be in the opposite problem soon enough...our unity was shattered for wanting to reach the heavens...and in our disunity we destroy the earth...
ReplyDeleteVery thoughtful and charged poem, Sumana. K.
ReplyDeleteVery interesting and wonderful piece.
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Good one and nice to know about this tower.
ReplyDeleteHmm, this is a very interesting poem that says many things even though it is short.
ReplyDeleteThat story has worried me over the years - almost as if it is against the laws of nature or the rules of religion to become fluent in other languages
ReplyDeleteYour lines aptly depict the confusion of crossed lines of communication.
Great opening line.
ReplyDeleteI love how you've taken this story and retold it simply perfect.
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I enjoyed this piece.
ReplyDeleteWe have a modern day Tower of Babel going on right now - this poem resonates! I see a satisfied corporate entity gloating.
ReplyDeleteHi again dear Sumana, A telling piece - "the superpower gloated, self satisfied..." says so much... With Best Wishes Scott
ReplyDeleteSumana, God did not respect that "solid sweat and tears" enough to let them keep their toy. So many times I wonder why He lets us have all our high tech toys, especially in the media and communication where we may be going places He never dreamed of. About the same in communication areas.
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I enjoyed reading your re-imagining this story, which I was not familiar with. Good use of several prompts!
ReplyDeleteThe breakdown of communication seems to be the destroyer of relationships and perhaps of humanity. I enjoyed reading this. We all build towers that sometimes crumble.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem! When we can no longer communicate what is there? How lonely it must have been when people lost that ability and now many are losing the art of communication, all text etc. Nothing like heartfelt conversation, nothing like poetry.
ReplyDeleteWhen unrest begins to boil, grievous damages are not far behind.
ReplyDeleteInformative and poetic...
ReplyDeleteNice one Sumana :)
a thoughtful articulation of divide and rule, with superb lines like: "Those were not dream bubbles".
ReplyDeleteanother wonderful post from you.
ReplyDeletei always leave your blog feeling as if i've learned something. thank you for the lovely poetry and the little lessons you share!
stacy lynn mar
http://warningthestars.blogspot.com/
Love the idea of dream bubbles, although there weren't any. What amazing imagery!! Well done!
ReplyDeleteSuperpowers and the will to control all… yes, truly frightening.
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