GO BACK AND READ MY SUPER LONG ENTRY ON SUCKY SINGAPOREANS.

Today in one of the most ineffectual lit lectures I’ve ever had, we went through some poems. Apparently, this is a poem:

so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.

William Carlos Williams

This is also a poem, not an inspirational poster:

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.

Ezra Pound
(Yes, that’s all of it.)

So, inspired, I spent 15 minutes writing my own poem while the lecturer prattled on about form and meaning and form and meaning and form and meaning. I had to check my lecture notes for that, because I came out of the LT not having the slightest idea what she’d been talking about except for the fact that she’d been saying a whole lot of unnecessary things over and over again.

The Merfreaglion
Mythical creature of
the Deepest pond –
Magnificent, Magnificence! As you
Burst through the frost of duckweed
The golden flame caresses
your incandescent green glimmer
Like bloodthirsty diamonds.
Oh, as you spew forth foamy ribbons from your
ruby-Red jaws
Your wings billowing like Theseus’ black sails
The gleam of a thousand emeralds
Sweeps your toothed crest:
you gaze over your kingdom
Sea, Sand, Sky:

Will you remember me?

Now here is the Merfreaglion:

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I always thought some poets were full of crap. Like artists.