Second Poem Post

I tattoo the lost on my heart

Their names curling round my veins-

Memories rushing through my blood-

their names my pulse-

I shed tears as the needle pierces

The wound raw and open.

My creative process was quite simple in writing this poem. When reading Emily Dickinson, I was drawn to her fascination of death and how she portrays her emotions. Even though she is not a modernist writer, I still wanted to talk about how I modeled her form with dashes, which emphasizes the intensity of the emotions I felt when writing this. I also love her work so it was fun to model it.

What does it feel like to be the winner, to claim the trophy

and hold it in your hand?

To see your glorious reflection in the polished metal

and know you have won

To stand on top the losers

and know you have won

O losers, O the poor non victorious

O how you must crave the taste of victory

and know you have won

O let me climb the ranks

O let society loosen its grip on numbers

On gold, silver and bronze

Let us all be one

In this game of life.

I based this poem after reading through Marianne Moore’s “In distrust of Merit’s” I thought about what could be going through her head when she wrote her poem and took those thoughts and rolled them around through my head, to find my own words. After I found them, I simply put them down. I used the repetition of “and know you have won” for emphasis, and to give a bitter taste for the word “won”. I also wanted to make the reader wonder if anything has really been gained by the unseen victory. Moore starts her poem with a question, and I liked how this immediately makes the reader think. I also liked her use of to grab the readers, so I decided to use and anaphora for it.