| An
elegy
is a style of poetry that is sad,
melancholy, and makes you feel as though something
is missing from the subject’s life. Elegies help the reader realize how
important what was lost from the subject’s life was to them, and how certain
changes have significant effects. I chose to write an elegy because I feel
that changes which make you sad enough to write about are things that in
at least a small way affect your emotions, and your way of thinking. I
had something of this nature to express. |
In an apostrophe,
the narrator addresses an absent
person or inanimate object, in this
case, the dirty window. This technique gives the object a certain amount
of character. I thought that this made it the best choice, because the
work is about a window that offers a different view, like a vision. Visions
are abstract things that can change the world in such drastic ways that
I thought it was appropriate for this to be the form for the deeper warning
about pollution that lies in the futuristic setting of my poem. |
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Their
Baba
Deep deep asleep
and greeting her comfort
hear the orchestra
playing as they meet again
violins must sing
differently for them
here, critically
absent of rhythm, beat, and flow
Fading tamely with
her life but ghostly departing
every wrinkle took
entity while leaving
solemn emptiness
complexly weighing down upon
dampened gazes
that usually caress others
Their cheeks never
to tingle so rosy again
her secret language
propped by the chair
the foot
stool decays at the garden's edge
which secrets are
now forever untold
Aching to hold
her squinting blind grasp
yearning
for her to utter their pictured name
companions will
lack some care because
she perfected this
waltz, and walks anew
Happily with sorrow
she now leaves
draped disturbingly
with beauty, red and yellow
smiling down allowing
her stubbornness to depart
try to frolic as
for each other they pray.
M.
Hlusko |
The
Dirty Window
I thought I was
crazy because I thought you spoke the truth
they told me that
you are only a very dirty window
and that all those
others are clean
through them I
saw sun, blue sky, and green trees
why did you look
Out on gray trees?
why was there no
grass?
what happened to
to the sky so blue that is dark through your glass?
if you are a dirty
window, why don't they clean you?
here in this white
city we never go Outside, we only look...
they say we don't
need to
that's why...
they keep us busy
clean and fed
and all of our
window have lovely views
Although sometimes
it seems that they are
Repeating Views
not something continuous
like surroundings
should be
why do you show
such a different picture?
and why can't they
clean you?
you inspire silly
thoughts in me
like the ones I
was having yesterday...
I was imagining
that
you were the only
real window and the rest were programmed TVs and that
they couldn't clean
you
because
the photo through
your eyes is true
the air is unbreathable
and the environment
hostile
poison to humans
I was contemplating
how it must have
transformed, with smokestacks
and toxic waste...
but then I thought
of our gorgeous
city and impeccable cleanliness and
I thought they
must be right
You Are Only A
Dirty Window
D.
Hubert |