A little reading for ya’ll
People sometimes ask me what it is exactly it is I do at university, - ok, so they don’t actually, because let’s be honest, who cares, but being a sadist I’m going to tell you anyway - so instead of telling, I thought I’d show you. Here’s a couple of poems I wrote to include in a lovely philosophy essay. I’m unsure how worthwhile they are, haven’t got the marks back yet, but here they are, for your exclusive viewing pleasure.
Wild Rice
In paddy fields lines of men sprout,
Growing out of mirrored water.
Wilting hats catch the sun’s dying
Rays, following its fall.
Winds whipping over hills
Bend them bobbing to touch silver,
To pluck at wild rice.
I sit wrapped in the cloth
Of this distant city’s acrid
Smog. Crowded horizons and
Streets meet in dislocation.
I sit and try and fail and
Find myself
Unable to picture their vegetable
Harvest.
Tree’s Song
She asked if we could have a baby.
And I said that one day, maybe, yet not
Today.
I tried to explain.
You are brilliant, but brief; like a
Fluttering leaf, gusting upon the wind.
Full winged and full of colour, flittering
From stream to bough and back, tumbled
By the Earth’s trembling breath.
I need to grow, before I scatter seeds.
To stand static, caressed but unmoved by
The wind.
To twist deep in a slow underground
Explosion of root.
To grow old, gnarled and knotted, a
Shelter to transient things.
I tried to explain, but, being a bird, she
Could not understand my slow wooden
Speech.
