Subway Art
This poem is for Poefusion’s Monday Mural, written as a Spenserian sonnet. Enjoy.
-Nicole
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I try to decode the mysterious
message written in the half-random lines
scrawled on the subway wall like delirious
poetry in an unknown tongue: no signs
of meaning are immediately mine
to understand, no obvious language
to interpret from this summit of lines,
squares, and jots. Did screams of pain not assuaged
by comfort become hopelessly lodged
in the drawer’s throat? Was this a love poem
rewritten in frustration from dislodged,
secret affection? An unknown custom
captured in subway cave art? I don’t know;
I’m out of time now – to work I must go.
Written 6/23/08
©2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
“Summit of lines. . .” I really like this. Your rhyme scheme doesn’t feel forced. Nice write.
good morning~ I love how you interpreted the Monday Mural. Graffiti has always fascinated me so you poem definitely intrigued me. Very nice write. Have a nice day.
Thank you, Pam and Sandy. I couldn’t help but think of a subway wall when I saw the mural. As far as rhyme is concerned, I find enjambment to be my best friend - I think it in combination with rhyme works well.
Thanks for stopping by.
-Nicole
i am a huge fan of graffiti,, and i love trying to read and or interpret them.. good job!!
Thank you, paisley…they’re actively trying to stamp out graffiti where I live. I guess whether or not it’s art depends on the beholder. I think the taggers are interesting, and I try to visually untangle their tags…
-Nicole