Anew
The Ground -
the preferred frame of reference of one of my favourite artists,
what does she really see in it?
Is it the comeback, that happens everytime?
Cyclicity?
Isn’t it just another poor substitute for immortality?
How long can a little seed put up the fight?
Which wasn’t even spared at the first light,
The first heat that nearly incinerated and the first cool that nearly incarcerated,
both broke its body until it tore open.
It never stops does it?
If there’s enough water one day,
the air that salvaged yesterday is too poisonous to welcome today.
Acting still helps,
ignorance sometimes tempts,
what now favourite artist?
What is with your ground?
Is it up for it?
I’m breathing in smoke,
I'm dissolving in pesticides,
Who’s gonna salvage us tomorrow?
It would be better if you can come up with something capable of saving lives too,
before i welt and bend backwards,
to kiss crushed dandelions a final toodle-oo...
I don’t want to be frozen and get burnt yet again,
don’t want to start anew.
I'll give it my all;
all of my dues to the dawn’s dew,
for I don’t want to start anew.
About this poem
The artist's ground, their inspiration, is questioned by the narrator. They express their own struggles, breathing in smoke and being affected by pesticides. The narrator asks who will save them in the future and suggests that the artist should create something capable of saving lives. They express their desire to not start anew, to not be frozen and burnt once again. The narrator is willing to give everything to cling onto the hope represented by the dawn's dew. They don't want to start over again. more »
Written on November 01, 2023
Submitted by newbie.poetry on November 01, 2023
- 1:09 min read
- 22 Views
Quick analysis:
Scheme | AXBXAX CCXX BDD XXXAB XX XEXX XE XEE |
---|---|
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,115 |
Words | 230 |
Stanzas | 8 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 4, 3, 5, 2, 4, 2, 3 |
Translation
Find a translation for this poem in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this poem to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Anew" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 27 Apr. 2024. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/172309/anew>.
Discuss the poem Anew with the community...
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In