William Carlos Williams’ poetry volume, Death the Barber, is probably one of those collections that I will remember for a while and most likely return to. As I am writing poetry myself, his poems represent a source of inspiration.
stuck in an hourglass
stuck in an hourglass, wishing to become a thing of moss, vanish deep into the forest; a thing of mist, evaporate into thin air. only by becoming time can you slow it down, by letting the woods swallow you whole can you become a local legend. but we rent the air we breathe, we rent … Continue reading stuck in an hourglass
love yourself, Galatea
My inspiration for this poem was the Pygmalion myth. Simply put, the myth revolves around a sculptor who carves an ivory statue that is the representation of his ideal of womanhood and falls in love with her. Consequently, his prayers of Galatea becoming a real woman are heard and answered and the goddess Venus brings the ivory statue to life. Essentially, the myth has a happy ending, with them marrying and having a child; however, it only has a happy ending if you are willing to look beyond certain aspects – that being, misogyny, stereotyping and false images of womanhood
the given heart
they were given a heart before given a thought, so they could feel our mother’s pain while tearing her to pieces, a seemingly interminable agony, yet countless blessings, too. for they were designed to bear the pains of the world, while joy resides in their bones for one eternity and even more.
murdering mother nature
the air is whiffing with flowers,the gusts of wind shakethe trees blooming for the skiesand showering gardens inpink and white and yellow petals,starlings and warblesand robins are singing too,and bees awaken to sacrifice themselvesfor the nectar blessing our tongues.there is rebirth, rejoice,renewal, resurrection amidst the havoc.we are slowly but surelymurdering Mother Nature,yet here she is, … Continue reading murdering mother nature