Another one of those poems that came to me while I was out and about. Inspiration can be found anywhere, it seems.
I tried to experiment again with form and shape, starting with a thought I had, born from a museum visit and discussions with my dad. Slowly but surely this piece flowed out on the page, going from dark to grey, to light in the end.
Another poem created from associations as I took a trip into the city.
It’s a warm Friday afternoon in July; post a lovely and delicious bit of barbecue. Sometimes a good meal can leave you sluggish, content to just sit and bask as your stomach begins the digestive process, enjoying your current company of peers. My father has instead chosen to educate my brother and me on the tired old topic that is the difference in work ethic between his generation and the more recent ones.
Another associative, reflective poem.
One morning last fall, huddled up in a classroom with other eager writing students, our professor spoke about how one could measure the passage of time, of generations by associating it with the kind of events that occur in someone’s life that are shared with large numbers of people. What she meant were the kind of large events that they affect millions of people, sometimes even crossing national and language boundaries. She mentioned the assassination of Sweden’s Prime Minister in the mid-80s as an example of such that an event for her generation, then smiled and added that naturally for most of us it was just something we had heard about during our history class in school. She then proposed that we all sit down to write about a large-scale event appropriate for our generation: The events of 9/11.
And here’s the final part of my color poetry series! I hope you enjoyed it!