Monday, November 27th, 2017...7:01 pmkropfm

The Weight of the World (Wait)

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Time flies, it races.

To what finish line?

What’s the point?

Will it ever stop?

 

You crawl,

Then walk,

Then run,

Then hobble,

You sit, rocking in the chair your mother used when you were young, when you crawled.

All those years ago.

 

Time flies,

When you’re having fun, so much fun that you feel light as a feather,

When you’re working, so busy you feel suffocated and tied down.

Time races.

 

Wait.

 

Pressure falls,

Shoulders carry

The weight

of school, of jobs, of family, of responsibilities, of the world,

of life.

 

Wait.

 

People speak,

change happens.

The weight

of authority, of actions, of potential,

of words.

 

Wait.

 

It all goes by so fast.

Blink.

War, blink, Peace, blink, Change.

What can you do? What time do you have?

 

Wait. 

 

Time stops.

Long enough for you to realize

the weight 

that you hold, that holds you back

the weight

of you.

 

 

Question for Solmaz Sharif:

(How) has your experience writing Look, changed the way you view media (social or otherwise)? (Social) media culture changes greatly year to year, how do you think this constant change as well as the language used in the media positively or negatively affects its influence?

 



2 Comments

  •   Rachel Lockwood
    November 28th, 2017 at 11:21 am

    This was a really lovely poem. It’s interesting to think that what might be holding someone back (waiting) is the actual weight of something on them. I like that this play on words also gets at the differences between tangible vs abstract, real vs imagined. Though jobs, family, the world, life, are not tangibly heavy, they still feel heavy on the body. Does that make the feeling less “real”? Who decides what is “real” and what isn’t?

  •   Professor Seiler
    November 29th, 2017 at 12:51 pm

    Megan–this is lovely-sad exploration of the feeling of “weightedness” and the pressure of “waiting” (and vice versa). Does this poem reflect a specialized lexicon I’m missing, or are you thinking more broadly about the resonances of “weight,” perhaps especially for women? Either way, it’s a moving poem–and seems to be in conversation with Lily’s, which I encourage you to read.

    For Sharif: are there particular poems in _LOOK_ that you think speak to or invite the social media / communications technology question?

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