Clean cotton pillows
Surround
Vacuum makes the mornings loud
I wrote this poem about my mom and the feeling I experience when the image of her comes to mind. Like Ezra Pound and the Imagist movement, I incorporated the sense of providing the direct presentation ensued by that precise moment in time. I added a little twist as the syllabic pattern in each line is unique to my mother. It follows her birthday (5-2-7). The poem physically embodies her to provide a more direct engagement between the reader and the image. I look back to middle school when I whined about how annoying it was to wake and hear the noise of the dishwasher, vacuum, etc. I later realized how she provided me the soft sheets, a home through this process. I came to reminisce often of these mornings. The noise, the nagging may seem so loud but how they really stem from the pure love, other than God, from the one person that thinks of you more than you.
I wrote this poem about my mom and the feeling I experience when the image of her comes to mind. Like Ezra Pound and the Imagist movement, I incorporated the sense of providing the direct presentation ensued by that precise moment in time. I added a little twist as the syllabic pattern in each line is unique to my mother. It follows her birthday (5-2-7). The poem physically embodies her to provide a more direct engagement between the reader and the image. I look back to middle school when I whined about how annoying it was to wake and hear the noise of the dishwasher, vacuum, etc. I later realized how she provided me the soft sheets, a home through this process. I came to reminisce often of these mornings. The noise, the nagging may seem so loud but how they really stem from the pure love, other than God, from the one person that thinks of you more than you. A mom. eh, it’s supposed to be funny!
thats a tight poem after your explanation. How do you learn to write poetry? That may sound like a stupid question but when i write i just keep writing without any form. and was wondering is there a way to incorporate form because i dont know it. what happened to that ‘evil’ post?
Angela- I have written for my mother over the years, but unlike you and your's, mine has always been near…It has it's benefits, but I am finding at such a late stage that my artistic side may be better served 'breaking free' so to speak…not that I am not totally independent of my parents, but just having them close can be stifling in some ways…but that's a whole other topic..!Your poem is perfect. However you meant it, it is brief, like your time with your mother; and abrupt, like that vacuum cleaner. But you have come to realize that the vaccuum's noises were relatively brief, too, though you may not have seen it that way when you were trying to sleep…! The very short poem says so very much…even shows your growth – albeit presented chronologically backwards – from complaint to understanding and appreciation. …and it is funny! "Vacuum makes the morning loud" appeals to our simplistic, intrinsic childhood communication patterns.There is a great spoken word poet heavy on the scene now (at least east coast) named Talaam Acey. You should check him out. I once heard him make a reference to another poet/philosopher who shared the knowledge that the better [we] get, the SHORTER [our] poems will be…excellent work!!m poet