Tiel Aisha Ansari: first post

So, I ended up choosing this person as my poet. I made a blog post about her last week so I suppose this is technically my second post, though my first official one. I’ve been reading over her blog “Knocking From Inside” (http://knockingfrominside.blogspot.com/) quite a lot, and consequently have become very familiar with her particular writing style. Two major patterns are emerging: One being that whenever she writes poems with rhyme, its almost always with only one sound- its never aabb or abba or abcb or anything like that, its almost exclusively aaaa, and sometimes just repeating the same word. These poems still have a lot of merit in some ways, but its becoming increasingly clear that she’s not very adventurous with her rhyme schemes. Here is an example:

Prayer Against Drought

The arrows of rain are silver-shafted, fletched in grey.
The skyscrapers’ steel frames are sketched in grey.

Each thunderhead drifting across the hem of the day
is whipped water vapor, shining white and edged in grey.

Each drop is a silver nail driven into the clay
pinning down the world, intaglio etched in grey.

The fuzzy-gold goslings are ready to make their way
south on powerful pinions newly fledged in grey.

The rainbow was once a promise, or so they say
but God’s raindrop kisses are life being pledged in grey.

The last two lines leads into the second pattern in her work, which I also mentioned last week, which is the prevalence of religious themes in her poems. Curiously, many of them have allusions to Christianity, although she is a self-proclaimed Sumi. Here is one that I recently found and liked:

A Bitten Apple

stares like a one-eyed skull.

I was full of life
until you took me from the tree.

Now I am home for worms
and dying seeds.

Give thought to what you eat
for life is death
and death is life.

This is what you must learn
before you leave the Garden:

to eat and know. To eat mindfully.
Forsake the innocence of the predator.

Pray over each bite
crunched from my blushing cheek.

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