What happens when feelings and life’s difficult experiences are weaved together with images and words?
You get a graphic poem like Other Places by Greta Blackwell.
Greta’s graphic poem perfectly captures her inner thoughts with wonderful inky images that lead you through a narrative that shows the viewer the sensations communicated in language frame by frame in such a way that the video appears inextricably linked to each of the various digital scenes and words on the screen. This graphic poem is marvelous.
Simply put: A simply beautiful poem both visually and poetically. This is a poem you will still see after you have closed the website.
As a reader, you can feel the feet hitting the pavement of life on this poem. This poem leaves my heart pounding and the only way to do it justice, is to plead with you to read it. If life is a sport, it is rigged. Thank goodness for poetry, so poets can sing their truth!
This poem had to of come about on a fall Saturday, because that’s when there is time for yard work, gutter cleaning, farmer’s markets, pumpkins and banter about the euthanasia rollercoaster. This poem will make you think, and you should do it while watching nature’s gardeners; squirrels, outside your window this Sunday.
Vatsalaa Jha graduated from UW-Madison in 2014, where she studied Art and Honors in the Liberal Arts. She is originally from India. She immigrated to the United States in 2001 with her family. Her art always ends up having flavors of intended concepts, deeper meanings, and perhaps overall truths about herself.
Some poems linger in your mind long after you’ve read them. Everyone has a favorite poem. If you haven’t found yours yet, remain with us; every Sunday, we’ll assist you in your search. Visit SML to read Tina Gross’s favorite poem Fossil Hunting at John Lennon Airport, Liverpool by Jude Nutter, which she is sharing with us as our guest editor. Perhaps it will be yours as well.
The fantasy and magical thinking of personification in Halee Kirkwood’s poem The Semi-Truck is Late to Wed the City will leave you surprised. You might never look at a semi as an object again!
Reflection is important to everyone. It is an inner action that helps analyze our own existence. What better way to reflect than with today’s SML poem From My Classroom Window at the Prison, before Students Arrive by Michael Torres. Make yourself comfortable, grab a tea and reflect on this poem.
We are all raised by someone who was or is something else other than a parent. Parents are not some kind of indestructible, all-knowing superman. They are individuals with real fears, worries and battles, as well as real hopes and dreams. Forgiving our parents is a core task of adulthood and one of the hardest kinds of forgiveness. As Robyn Katona suggests in her poem “My Father’s Fledgling”, forgive your father for being human, his wings are clipped.
Asian American women were already dealing with the brunt of racist attacks in the past year. Besides this, Asian women have a long history of suffering from harmful stereotypes that objectify and depict them as submissive, meek and hypersexualized, erasing their individuality. Eight individual women, with individual backgrounds and lives died on March 21, 2021 in Atlanta, GA and Denise Hanh Huynh memorializes them in her poem Lifting a rose gold sun.