pearls to pigs

Recently, a new poem was discovered by playwright Tennessee Williams. At the time the poem was written, Williams was 25 years old, and still an undergraduate at Washington University. He wrote a play for an English class contest, which failed miserably. He was also failing his Greek course. The seventeen line poem, called "Blue Song", is about Williams' dispair.

This story resonates with me, and I find it oddly inspiring. So, here is some poetry directly inspired by Tennessee Williams' "Blue Song".

pearls to pigs
hours drift to days
like the haze of the morning fog
so deathly still
so mournful is the morning tree shadow
in the hills, their mystery remains
cold shadows remain
in the heart of one who gazes
gazing at transitional woes
troubling failures whispering consequences
staring at the walls
all the while
hours drift to days
like the afternoon clouds
drifting slowly like giant blimps against
blue sky in no hurry
clouds drift like hour hands on a clock

I wrote some poetry in an earlier blog called soul poetry, in case you missed it.