The future starts in the past The past ends in the future Your first rites turn into your last The moment you cease to nurture Cherish yourself as the first No one knows you but you How you bury in you the worst And shy away from the best too The worst ordeal
Tag: Writing 201
This is a poem found entirely in Robert Crawford’s monograph On Glasgow and Edinburgh (2013). On Glasgow and Edinburgh by Robert Crawford My rating: 4 of 5 stars Carefully researched and attractively written, this is a highly informative and insightful guide to both cities on their own and in contrast with each other. The Athens of
Behold Oh, drawer, what treasures you hold Buried in sand, dirt or clay To be scooped out every day I can smell the scent Of a present Left by my cat, the cunning fox In the drawer of her litter box
Thick, short, cold fingers digging in the thin, soft, warm skin. Digging, ripping, tearing like claws, knives, forks. The flesh splitting, yielding, giving in – unfeeling, uncaring, dead meat. This is him eating his chicken meal.
A hero began As everyman Everyman grew up Everyman broke up Everyman sobered up Becoming bitter and brave Daring to kill the ill The ill that never will Live again good and brave A hero became A hero went and Fell Dead Everyman ends As a hero
I am ill. I have taken a pill to kill The thin Papery feeling. –Sylvia Plath, “Cut” If I am asked to share one poem, which happens to be the weekend assignment for Writing 201, I cannot but come up with lines that have in them darkness, originality and – women’s emancipation (or suppression). The quote
Lying low in the fields Is morning mist The thick and sticky mist Smothers and conceals Rotten apples, dead hares Lives lost to the mist
Schrödinger’s cat: Is she live or dead? Is she a he? Think out of the box.