When I am asked
By Abhishek Raol
When I am asked
How I began writing poems,
I talk about the indifference of education
It was after my first term of college
Needing certain credits
Here and there
I sat at staring at my screen
A long list of courses before me
Overwhelmed with the choices
Not wanting to ever wake up early
Racing hundreds of other students
With the same worries and concerns
I look for my writing class
Introduction to Poetry
When
I Am Asked
BY
LISEL MUELLER
When
I am asked
how
I began writing poems,
I
talk about the indifference of nature.
It
was soon after my mother died,
a
brilliant June day,
everything
blooming.
I
sat on a gray stone bench
in
a lovingly planted garden,
but
the day lilies were as deaf
as
the ears of drunken sleepers
and
the roses curved inward.
Nothing
was black or broken
and
not a leaf fell
and
the sun blared endless commercials
for
summer holidays.
I
sat on a gray stone bench
ringed
with the ingenue faces
of
pink and white impatiens
and
placed my grief
in
the mouth of language,
the
only thing that would grieve with me
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