Friday, January 27, 2017

Black and White

A poem

those copper waves caught
me all off my guard
and threw me the green
to, with white knuckles,
lose my grip on it
no more violet days
I’m fazed by the syrup
of a sweet orange
red cheeks and
things that take a look
at that bronze ocean
will be my comfort

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Jaw Couldn't Say

A Poem:

A tragedy.
She was always unsure,
Shaking hands and ears willing to listen
always got her into her own words of trouble
Not the sprint
For the last catch of happiness
sort of trouble,
But the lurking kind.
She could sense it
In her bones
But her jaw couldn’t say
just the thought
of being left behind
Kept her mind captivated
And her heart a tragedy.

Wednesday Word Count 1

My goal is for me to spend at least an hour on my poetry and/or revisit a story I have been wanting to work on for a while but haven't pushed myself to do. I really think this exercise will help me get back into writing.

What am I working on? :

I have been working on some poetry that has been on my mind, and I have been revisiting an old novel I had written originally for my sister but now would like to see how the story will wind up if I continue and try to finish it. I've posted a few poems, which are just some thoughts I had jotted down about an idea I had or a feeling I had felt at one time or another.

How do I feel about the process? :

When I first joined this class, I was so nervous because my classmates seemed to be so passionate about creative writing, while I had kept it as a small hobby rarely shown to anyone. I think it's really helpful to have a blog like this, because now I feel a little more obligated to sit down and just write something- anything really- out on paper at least once a day. Before this I wouldn't even consider it because I've been so busy lately, but I think creative writing, whether poetry or fictional stories, is important for any type of writing and is mandatory to keep creative thinking thriving.

What am I reading now? :

Currently: Nothing, besides the poetry novel written by Rupi Kaur called Milk and Honey. . . However, I have been pulling down some of my favorite books I read when I was younger and have been considering rereading one of my favorites called Because of Winn-Dixie. I just love the way Kate DiCamillo writes her novel; she has such an authentic voice and my goal is to establish a confidence in writing so that I will be able to find my own personal voice in my work.


A Poem

It is sleepless nights
that drove her
To be a dreamer
during the day


A Poem

Cut your poetic teeth with a flame
Unlevel that plateaued head of yours
You are too soft, too slight, too tame
Open up the impetuous doors
One time you had possessed a fire
Burned away the whites in your eyes
Now you smother the smoke with barbed wire
And keep the yellow spark fossilized

City of Gold

A Poem

Their hearts pump blood into this city of gold
Street lamps light my eyes with delight
Hold your tongue if you have the map
Let me see where the water hits the paved brick
Red, red tongue and cheek and hands
Red from the cold biting into the cracks on your skin
Closed eyes; it’s red
But their feet move the pavement
Their eyes give it sight
Their bodies, like water
They make this city of red
A city of gold