Description: For Writing 101, Day 4’s theme was “journey,” and it was also suggested that we use a simile. The following piece came from something I was thinking about writing about anyway, and I made it work. I think it fit quite well.
Last night I journeyed into a dream
It took me down paths I’ve sworn to abandon
A fictitious past sweetened and warm
A moment like toffee
That I gulped and discarded
Earlier on this road I am on
I would have savored seconds
Wrote long lines to reminisce and
Examined every scene
But older and further along as I am
I know now it’s naïve to dream
So I write this quickly and put it behind me
Because it will never be real to me
Description: Obligatory New Years post. Though, not necessarily a traditional one.
We see the end of each calendar year
As a magical flip of the page
One that wipes off our lives as easily
As the numbers wiped off of our dry erase boards
But our year, our months
The way we mark the days
It’s just a human tradition
The first of our year
A constructed year
Is not divine
It just marks the time
But any time
Is a time when change
If you wish
If you desire to be different
Why stumble and slumber through the year
Before being happy or proud?
Five minutes ago
You were a different person
Five minutes from now
You could be different
You not the days
Determine your steps
Description: It has been awhile since I’ve posted, but I have been doing some writing. Largely my lack of activity is due the struggle of transitioning to grad school and re-balancing work with school and whatever remains of my social life. However, school has been good so far; I’m working on a Masters in Social Work. For my “intro/immersion” class I actually got to write a poem for extra credit! Rad, right?
The theme of the project was “what does social work mean to me?” Thus, this poem was born.
Have you ever heard a baby’s first cry?
Or witnessed the mist of a father’s last sigh?
Wandered streets shaking without cold
Have you cringed in the night when nobody knows?
If you have you have known
Fear of uncertainty
Fear of being alone
It consumes, layers everything
It’s not what you have to be
The night is dark
And the trail is rigged
And the forest is in tangles
Trees dripping with hate and red tape
But for some reason
They gave me a flashlight
And I can get my hands on the map
So it seems that I could be your guide
Can I walk you through the maze?
If it makes your journey easier
I’d like to try
I just can’t leave you standing there
When it’s all here in my hands
What is worth doing
If not love for fellow being?
All my things will come and go
That ripples, you see
And that’s my responsibility
Description: Writing 201: Day 2. The Challenge: a journey theme in limerick form with alliteration.
Today’s poem was inspired by my snowy commute (to and from) work. Not sure I succeeded much with alliteration, but I had to change my rhyming choices so much, I didn’t much care to make more of an alliterative effort afterwards!
Light flakes heaped soon into domes
As I nervously drove through the foam
I’d let out a breath
When the brush of my death
Occurred one minute from home