Originally written for a Creative Writing class in December of 2010.
Candle
Candle in the dark
Stands against the night terrors
The last defense burns
Tag: Creative Writing
Haiku – Twilight
Originally written for a Creative Writing class in December of 2010.
Twilight
The darkening sky
gives way to stars, pinprick lights
and moonlit dreamings
Bull Durham Credo Form Poems
These poems were originally written for a Creative Writing class in December of 2010.
And before you ask, no I don’t know who/what Bull Durham is. Google it.
Credo 1
I believe in ability to choose
the desire to lose
the thought and the mind
and in the heart most kind.
But our fate isn’t decided
And no story is one-sided
I believe we make our fate
I believe we can love and hate
I believe its our decision
To meet hate not with derision
But with a calm and lasting peace
And I believe one day hate will cease.
Credo 2
I believe in the ability to choose,
the power of the mind,
the strength of love,
the need for peace.
But we need not put each other down.
I believe in the creativity that will keep us alive
I believe in the consequences of the choices we make
I believe in the strength we can lend each other.
And I believe that no matter how independent we may seem, we still need the presence of another human being.
First Line/Last Line Poem – Know This, Friend
This poem was originally written for a Creative Writing class in December 2010.
This one I think was written for my friend who was leaving for Korea for six months.
Know This, Friend
Before you go
Know that I’ll miss you
Know that I love you, my friend
Know that I’ll always be there
Before you go
Know that I’ll be here
Know that I’ll listen
Know that no matter what, I care
Before you go
Know that I’ll go too
Know that I’ll leave someday
Know that I’ll be out there somewhere
And after you go
Know that you can come back
For a day, an hour, or just words on the phone
Know that your friend is always there.
Object Poem – Old Key
This poem was originally written for a Creative Writing class in December 2010.
It won second place in a poetry contest. 🙂
This Old Key
This old key
Worn brass, older than I
Sharp edges word down with the passage of time
Even the rust has become smoothed with use
Now it is an old wisemen
Opening the door to long forgotten secrets
Now it is a widow
Its partner the lock long gone, rusted away with time
Now it is the sage
Remembers the past and tells others before it must pass on
Now it is lost
Forgotten in a drawer, left to rust away
Now it is found
Strung on a ribbon or chain
A relic of the old made new by the eyes of the young
Contrast Poem
This poem was originally written for a Creative Writing class in December of 2010.
Time
Time
Lasts so long
Makes the young old, enfeebles us
Drags us out and trys us
Passes so quickly
Makes us wise, now we appreciate life
Take these short moments and stretch them out in our memories
Sense Poem
This poem was originally written for a Creative Writing class in December 2010.
Streams of light through the curtains
The warm air
Children playing outside
The brush of paper beneath my hand
The tang of paint upon my tongue
The studio is my haven for art
Image Poem – Books
This poem was originally written for a Creative Writing class in 2010.
Books
Books
Pages dusty, spines worn, well-used and well loved
Open 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.
Month Poem – August
This poem was originally written for a Creative Writing class in December of 2010.
August
August
plows in with gusto.
Loses momentum,
drags along in the heat.
Drives us into the pool
into air-conditioned buildings
Waiting for the night
as refuge from the sun.
In a flurry of wind it leaves
We miss it.
Not the heat, but the freedom
outside of the air-conditioned school.
Weather Poem – Rain
This poem was originally written for a Creative Writing class in December of 2010.
Rain
Rain
Rain comes in whispering like the flutter of wings
Washes the streets and grass in precipitation
In rolling waves of ever falling water
Slowly building in intensity, building speed as it plunges from the sky
Then flies away with the grace of time
Skylark Landing 