Bilingual Poem: Nothing bad

The best thing that could happen today,
is that it end,
like any other day.

 

La cosa mejor tan podría pasar hoy,
es ese lo termina,
como cualquier otro día.

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Artwork to inspire poetry: Pomegranate stem

Pomegranate stem

This artwork is of a pomegranate stem.  It was originally made with colored pencils and then computer altered.  Here’s a tanka inspired by the artwork:

as leaves bud outward,
the hope of fruit grows as well,
in the winter light,
in the blueness of dawn’s light,
the roadside stand is arranged

 

Post Series: The Poems with Explanations Series: Plight

Plight

In fear,
they wish they could run,
but they have no legs.

In dread,
they watch the sun,
knowing it will come.

The pain.
From each wound tears.

This happens,
and what is the reason?

This happens,
but why?

None others …
none others.

When was the day,
when was the start,
how can this end?

A message must be sent,
in a hope,
in a plea,
that the plight will end.

 

This poem is about crepe myrtle trees.  For some reason, there are those, who prune crepe myrtle trees very severely each year.  The trees are pruned by cutting all branches less that some thickness.  The trees look like poles stacked together.

Now, to be clear, a few points:

First, M. Sakran believes that people can prune their crepe myrtle trees however they please.

Second, M. Sakran is not a horticulturist or anything similar and so has no professional knowledge about this.

Third, M. Sakran understands that crepe myrtle trees, and their supposed plight, is a silly thing to focus on in a poem.

Despite these points though, M. Sakran believes that these trees are being prune improperly.  It just looks wrong.  No other tree, to M. Sakran’s knowledge, is pruned this way.  Crepe myrtle trees that are left to grow, or are pruned like other trees, can grow into big beautiful trees.  Crepe myrtle trees that are pruned as mentioned above, are short, and stubby, and always look damaged (in M. Sakran’s opinion).

Given this, M. Sakran felt the desire to write a poem with an explanation concerning this.   M. Sakran hopes two things are accomplished with this poem with an explanation. First, M. Sakran hopes the general goals of a poem with an explanation are achieved. M. Sakran hopes that readers learn something about poetry.  Second, M. Sakran hopes that some readers out there who have a crepe myrtle tree and prune it yearly by cutting most of it off, will stop and question the practice.  M. Sakran hopes that they will study, pursue professional advice, and give the practice some thought.  M. Sakran’s hope is that in the end, they will reconsider and stop the practice and let the trees grow.  If not, however, that at least they will understand more, why they do what they do.

Here is the explanation of the poem.

The poem is called Plight, because it is about the plight of the crepe myrtle trees.

The first stanza of the poem personifies the trees.  It talks about them having fear at the pruning to come.

The second stanza continues this and talks about the trees feeling the time until the pruning.

The third stanza talks about the pruning and uses the metaphor of tears to talk about sap running from pruning cuts.

The fourth stanza starts to question the practice.  The fifth stanza continues this.  Both stanzas have a sense of speechlessness.

In the sixth stanza a point is made in an exaggerated way that other trees are not pruned like this.  The poem uses the definite, none, but in reality there are probably some other trees pruned like this.

The seventh stanza questions how the pruning practice started and how can it be changed.

Third stanza is about the poem, the explanation, and the hope mentioned above.

 

P.S. Today on MSakran.com, there is a new set of photography, artwork, poetry and fiction.

Poem: hope

It’s not the rejection,
it’s the one more rejection.

It’s the feeling,
that it all stands still,
here it is,
here it stays.

Standing outside,
hand out,
hoping a gold coin,
falls into it,
at first might make sense,
but …
how many days is it?

There’s trying,
there’s thinking,
there’s all the things,
yet,
no gold coin,
falls in the hand.

Today though,
there isn’t giving up,
there’s that irrational persistence,
that hope of the coin,
that hope that eventually,
sitting among the apple trees,
this will be a nice story.

Poem Series: Experimental Poetry Forms: Starting Rhyme: The dream

The dream, the hope, that’s in the mind,
does seem to be so far away,

and yet the scene of it is clear,
like set within a wooden frame.

The paint is thick on canvas cloth,
no faint design on it is seen,

but still the dream is far away,
though fill the frame it surely does.

 

(14/40) Experimental Poetry Form: Starting Rhyme

A photograph to inspire poetry: Citrus Blossoms?

Citrus Blossoms (Question Mark)

This is a photograph of what appear to be citrus blossoms.  The question is whether they are blossoms or not.  They do appear on a citrus plant.

Assuming these are citrus blossoms, they can inspire poetry in a variety of ways.

One way would be to focus on the idea of hope.  Citrus blossoms, may one day lead to citrus fruit, and so there is an amount of hope involved for someone who observes.  This idea of hope could be used in a poem.

Another idea would be to focus on senses.  These citrus blossoms have an appearance that is white, small, and almost looks like they are growing.  Assuming they become flowers, they would have a different appearance, but one that could also be described in a variety of ways.  The flowers would also have a scent.  Assuming the flowers become fruit, the fruit would have a citrus taste: something that is a combination of sweet and sour.  The fruit would also have a feel to it.  All of these senses could be combined in different ways into a poem.

Also, the citrus blossoms could just generally be used as a subject for a poem.