I finally eeked out a few more poems; they just haven't come as easily this semester. However, I've realized that I tend to think poetically or imagine situations just for their poetic value. That's made me feel a bit better about my lack of artistic creation. I wrote these a couple weeks ago. Do enjoy them:
Long Grass
The cedar tree forest
ants forage within
is green with Spring's
new blossom
Bruising its bark and boughs
under giant's limbs
I sit on it
and eat my lunch
The long grass grew (and grows)
under monsoon and sun alike
and no one comes
to cut it down.
The Cemetary Wedding
After a proposal by that
bench, under the tree
in the Pearson plot, I will
make a dress of grass
and fallen leaves,
Litter the aisle with
borrowed silk flowers and
march; the witch girl Eliza and
confederate soldiers
bow as my fresh,
watering gaze meets theirs,
where they lie at rest, dirt mattresses
and grassy quilts.
When I meet the groom, the
buzz of silence and whispers
memories, unfulfillments
Flutters, lifts my veil
New life intermingled
with old, and
the cycle has circled
marking its bounds
in vines and wrought iron.
2 comments:
I love your poems. Especially Long Grass. I don't have the knack for poems like that. It reminds me of this poem:
This is just to say
I have eaten the plums
that were
in the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
William Carlos Williams
one my favorites. :)
Leah, The Cemetery Wedding was intense. I really liked it, I think your descriptions are incredible.
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