Emulation/Original Poem

For this poem, I tried to emulate “His Coy Mistress” by using the same structure. In addition, I also connected a theme to the topic of time. In this case, I talked about running out of time to watch the TV show, Game of Thrones. I enjoyed using lots of imagery and descriptive words, which is different from my usual writing style.

My poem went as follows:

Had we but world enough and time,

This coyness, Game of Thrones, were no crime.

We would sit down, and think which way

To watch, and pass our long tired day.

Thou by Khal Drogo’s side

Shouldst eggs find; I by the north

Of Lannister would complain. I would

Love the Starks before the red wedding,

And you should, if you please, bend the knee.

My love for HBO should grow

Vaster than empires and more slow;

An hundred years should go to praise

Thine plot, and on thy bloody gaze;

One hour to adore each episode,

But two hours for the last;

Patience at least to every part,

And the last trying should show your heart.

For, Martin, you deserve this state,

Nor would I love at lower rate.

       But at my back I always hear

Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;

And yonder all before us lie

Deserts of vast eternity.

Thy plot shall no more be found;

Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound

My echoing longing; then worms shall try

That long-preserved secret,

And Martin’s honour turned to dust,

And into ashes all my questions;

The grave’s a fine and private place,

But none, I think, do there watch TV.

       Now therefore, while the youthful hue

Sits on thy skin like morning dew,

And while thy willing soul transpires

At every pore with instant fires,

Now let us watch us while we may,

And now, like hungry hyenas,

Rather at once our time devour

Than languish in his slow-chapped power.

Let us sit all our strength and all

Our anticipation up into one ball,

And tear our pleasures with rough strife

Through the twists and turns:

Thus, though we cannot make our sun

Stand still, yet we will chase the throne.

Imagist Poem

In this poem, I attempted to emulate the Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos William, specifically his simplistic writing style that focuses on imagery.

I emphasised the simplicity through enjambement by breaking up the 3 sentences that made up the piece. Additionally, I started a new stanza for almost every sentence, save for the last clause.

Poem:

Roasted Ethiopian

 

Brown, velvety, richness

coating my tongue.

 

A life source

for all students

 

Running through my

veins,

 

keeping me alive.

 

 

Original Poem #2

During the course of typhoon Mangkhut’s destruction, I wrote this poem depicting my thoughts during this period. I thought this poem was a lot better than my first one, as I strayed from rhyming every sentences. I think this upped the ante because it doesn’t read like a  childish folksong.

Sleep Tight

Mangosteen, a fruit bursting with sweet flesh

Who knew the destruction it could cause?

The wind’s whistling and heavy rain stirred

me to life.

Who knew a day that ruined hundreds of homes

and injured the innocent

was the best night of sleep I had in a while.

Ten hours of peaceful dreaming went from

two days to four.

Before I slept, I felt guilty about the fruit

that wrecked havoc on others,

but my head touched the pillow and my body went still.