Monthly Archives: December 2012

Poems up, more to come

Put up my poems from my Creative Writing class from back in Nov/Dec 2010.

More stuff to come – more writing, hopefully some art. Let me know if you have any questions/comments/critique!

Oh, and a quick note – both this Weebly and this tumblr are mine, so if you see stuff of mine there, it’s not plagiarism or anything, just me posting stuff in different places.

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The Dreams of Stars

The Dreams of Stars

Every day in science.

A repeated fact.

The stars are burning gas.

They are nothing more.

I imagine differently.

I imagine they are alive.

I imagine that the stars breathe,

That they talk amongst themselves.

That they feel

And think

And dream.

I imagine that the stars are alive,

And that they imagine too.

They imagine

That those hunks of rock

Hanging in the vacuum of space

Teem with life.

I lay in the grass,

Gaze at the stars.

I dream of living constellations,

All chattering away.

Discussing the possibility

That, far below, on that little hunk of rock,

There are living beings.

I dream of stars

Who dream themselves,

Of life on Earth.

Paper Teachers

This one’s a combination of a couple older poems – this one and this one.

Paper Teachers

I wonder what a book thinks?
I suppose it feels important
Containing knowledge, never forgetting.
Are there any books that wish they were printed differently?
A biography longing to be a fantasy novel?
Or maybe they’re just happy to have their own story
Maybe they listen to each other
Share their own stories
And stand together, packed on a shelf.
Pages dusty, spines worn, well-used and well loved
Opening into new worlds and ideas
Teachers eternal, so fragile, yet able to outlast us.
Stacked mile high
On shelves and desks
Hiding my floor in a carpet of knowledge.

Winter Poem – Winter War

This poem was originally written for a Creative Writing class in 2010.

This apparently came from a year when we actually had snow…

Winter War

I stand before the drive
Shovel in hand
Set my shoulders
Prepare for war.

The snow has a good front
Piles and drifts everywhere
The snowflakes outnumber me
But I am more powerful

Shovelfull by shovelfull
I push the snow back
My army of one
Is winning the war

I reach the end of the drive
Turn to shovel the walk
All is going well
Until snow’s ally launches an ambush.

I slip and fall, drop my shovel
Hitting the ground smarts
My army of one could conquer the snow
But I did not count on the ice.

Sestina Poem – Red and Blue

This poem was originally written for a Creative Writing class in December of 2010.

This one was another poem done on a formula, not sure how successful it was. Made up a story to go behind it and just kinda started writing.

Red and Blue

The evening sky is darkening blue
The sun is golden, organge, rose red
We stand below and watch together
As if we’ve never seen a sunset before
We are silent, and holding still
Watching and waiting, for what we don’t know

I thought there was nothing I didn’t know
But staring out at that sea of blue
I found unexpectedly that I loved you still
The realization turned my cheeks red
I’d never felt this way before
Wasn’t sure I knew how to be togther

You and I have always been together
But only as friends, because you know
I can’t seem to trust, I used to, before
Before I went and dyed my hair blue
Hid that suddenly hidious red
Because the memory haunts me still

I think on it, every day, still
Not long before we were together
Back when my hair was a vivid red
The most beautiful boy I will ever know
With eyes of startling blue
I had never spoken to him before

He had never noticed me before
I wonder if he noticed me even now. Still…
I got lost in those eyes of blue
We spent a time, a while together
I knew then, I still now I know
He didn’t want me for my hair so red

Not for my looks, my hair so red
Nor my heart, my mind, he’d seen it all before
Didn’t want my body, I know, I know
I tried to reach him still
We were with each other always, but never together
He left and I was alone, until I died my hair blue

And then I met you
And you filled my head

I’m as fickle as weather
But you only love me more

And you tell the truth, so I know you will
Never leave. If you do, you’ll take me with you when you go.

Pantoum Poem – The Rain Is Not Afraid

This poem was written for a Creative Writing class in December 2010.

The Rain Is Not Afraid

Falling from the sky, plummeting to Earth
The rain is not afraid
To take the plunge, and not look back
Like you, it feels no fear

The rain is not afraid
The skies may darken, fill with lightning
Like you, it feels no fear
The thunder pounds like a heartbeat

The skies may darken, fill with lightning
You are still here for me
The thunder pounds like a heartbeat
But I am only listening to your heart

You are still here for me
You may disappear, fade away
But I am only listening to your heart
And I know I will bring you back someday

Rhetorical Question Poem – What a Book Thinks

This poem was written for a Creative Writing class in December 2010.

What a Book Thinks

I wonder what a book thinks?
I suppose it feels important
Containing knowledge, never forgetting.
Are there any books that wish they were printed differently?
A biography longing to be a fantasy novel?
Or maybe they’re just happy to have their own story
Maybe they listen to each other
Share their own stories
And stand together, packed on a shelf.

Writing About Others Poem

This poem was written for a Creative Writing class in December of 2010.

(This assignment was to write about someone else.)

It’s a(n almost) thankless job

Today my mother will get up
eat breakfast
go to work
write a manual
deal with programmers
eat lunch
answer questions
drive back home
write for class
drive back out
pick up kids
come back home
make dinner
write some more
and go to sleep.
And tomorrow she will get up and do it all again.
She asks for no more, gives no less
and will do it all again and again
because before she went to bed
her daughter hugged her
and said, “I love you mom”

One Window Poem

This poem was originally written for a Creative Writing class in December of 2010.

One Window

One window is all I need
To climb out of
take off across the grounds
to the winding road
then spread my wings
and fly
from that one open window.

Someday Poem

This poem was originally written for a Creative Writing class in December 2010.

Someday…
Someday I will paint a picture
so beautiful it will make you cry.
Someday I will sing a song
that makes you feel like you can fly.
Someday I will will design
something everyone can use.
Someday I will win the game
or be good sport when I lose.
Somday I will comfort someone
hold them close as they weep.
Someday I will change the world
and then I will lay down to sleep.