Written for: Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Tuesday Platform (posted by Anmol)
“I have been thinking about the condition of the world that we live in and where we are headed. In that context, reading Sylvia Plath doesn’t provide a very hopeful image. But I go back to Ariel when everything stops making sense and I find my individuality embellished in the collective. Which are the poetry collections/poems/poets that you find yourself reading over and over again, especially when nothing else seems to work?”
My antithesis to darkness is Nash
who cheers me up in a flash.
His made-up words make me laugh
and his animal poems are mish-mash.
Yearning for things in the past
Mr. Poe comes to mind with his cache–
poems of women lost, of seas and cast
-off ravens revealing panache.
When a need arises to contemplate
days of sadness, and joys, I go straight
to Maya who always accommodates.
Souls of people and cities and fates.