Poem: Things by Lisel Mueller #poetry

In the past few weeks I’ve submitted poems to contests. In fact, I’ve been writing more poetry. It comes in waves this urge to put emotions into poetic form. So, while I await results I’d like to share with you a poem that I love. I aspire to write like this. Maybe, someday my words will evoke images the way Mueller’s do.

by Lisel Mueller

What happened is, we grew lonely
living among the things,
so we gave the clock a face,
the chair a back,
the table four stout legs
which will never suffer fatigue.

We fitted our shoes with tongues
as smooth as our own
and hung tongues inside bells
so we could listen
to their emotional language,

and because we loved graceful profiles
the pitcher received a lip,
the bottle a long, slender neck.

Even what was beyond us
was recast in our image;
we gave the country a heart,
the storm an eye,
the cave a mouth
so we could pass into safety.

  • Wow, this gave me goose bumps. What a gorgeous poem. Thanks for sharing that, and good luck with your own poems!

  • Oh, I love this! There’s nothing like the taste of a poem in your mouth, is there? Strangely, I’ve also been writing poetry too, which is so, so very difficult (as I’m sure you know, sigh, sigh). I’m madly in love with Kristy Bowen right now. Can’t get enough. I want to eat the pages of her books. Cheers and happy writing.

    • Cinthia, I’m glad you enjoyed the poem. I haven’t read Kristy Bowen but will definitely put her on my list. My go-to poet is Edna St. Vincent Millay. I love how she strings together words. I’ve recently discovered a new poet, Brandon Courtney. His work blows me away with its lush language and harsh realities.