Happy WMS Poetry Week!
I am looking forward to seeing everyone's poems on his or her locker.
In the meantime, here's my selection from last year.
I like Moore's use of language and her personification of the steam roller. On my drive to school, I pass by a long-term on-going construction site, and the thought of these machines having opinions about the aesthetics of building and architecture intrigues me. Oftentimes, buildings from a specific era don't have much variation among themselves and quickly become dated. Meanwhile, the same machinery has probably been used for many projects over the years. What observations would they share, were one able to ask?
Moore also juxtaposes butterflies with the steam roller. Butterflies flit and flutter delicately, while steam rollers are large and heavy and plodding. The poet leaves the reader wondering about these contrasts, and as to what might be commonalities between these symbols of the seeming opposites of man's destruction and creation using raw resources and the randomness of nature.
I like Moore's use of language and her personification of the steam roller. On my drive to school, I pass by a long-term on-going construction site, and the thought of these machines having opinions about the aesthetics of building and architecture intrigues me. Oftentimes, buildings from a specific era don't have much variation among themselves and quickly become dated. Meanwhile, the same machinery has probably been used for many projects over the years. What observations would they share, were one able to ask?
Moore also juxtaposes butterflies with the steam roller. Butterflies flit and flutter delicately, while steam rollers are large and heavy and plodding. The poet leaves the reader wondering about these contrasts, and as to what might be commonalities between these symbols of the seeming opposites of man's destruction and creation using raw resources and the randomness of nature.
