Pure Prettiness

Composed 6/30/14
Description: For WDBWP’s poetry prompt Alphabet, in which we were to pick a letter from the alphabet and write a poem in which each word starts with that letter. It was stressed that they could (and likely would be) very silly; however, I ended up writing about something that, I think anyway, is pretty meaningful. In addition, I have been truly impressed with the length of some of these poems… but I thought my short one conveyed my meaning well enough. Hope you enjoy!

Peeking petunias pop
Pruning pride proceeding
Pompous, predominant poppies

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Rainy Days

Composed 4/14/14
Description: (Day 14 of NaPoWriMo) Inspired by WDBWP’s prompt, Reverse Acrostic, in which we were encouraged to (you guessed it) write an acrostic poem (but with the acronym consisting of the ending letters). However, we had a set list of words to choose from. As today was a drizzly, cool day, my choice was obvious.

I tend to thrive on the coolest of days
When bright sunbeams vanish with an icy adieu
And liquid mountain air drips down
Steaming like kisses on my heated cheeks
Bundling, shivering gives me a high
In which I conquer ennui
And for days I splash without abandon
Yet my body yearns for something else

Finally Free: The Sensations of Spring

Composed 3/11/14
Description: WDBWP’s poetry prompt came at the perfect time. It’s theme? Mood.

Yesterday I was in a good mood. In such a good mood that I wrote about it. And then I saw the prompt. Fate.

Yesterday I got what felt like the first taste of spring. Instead of twenty, teens, or below with patches of snow (which has been the average over the last few weeks), we had sunny and seventy. I felt like a different person. I could go outside without a jacket? I enjoyed my walks to class? Had sixty, seventy degrees always been this warm? It was culture shock. But a very, very welcome shock.

The day was so beautiful and glorious I knew I had to capture it in writing somehow. The result is found below.

How can I capture the beauty of this day?
I could run through the field
Stripping off clothes in laughter
Until I was free in my skin
And I would dance through the valleys for hours more
Unashamed
Just warm in the sun
Just
Free

You took my home
And made my haven my prison
And then you opened the door
And whispered
Run
Run!
And I dashed
Tossing chains
And dawning leaf-flower crowns

I could leap through tall grasses
And chase dust in the wind
I could climb every tree
Satisfy all desires
No one to hold me
No sword to smite me
Just my own body falling
Elated
To earth

Ease of Creation

Composed 2/19/14
Description: Inspired by wdbwp’s prompt, which says: What say you of creation? How do you see creation? What does it mean to you? Is it something that is the sole domain of bearing life or can we all be said to be creators in our own right?

In just moments
He cupped the darkness in His hands
Twirling His finger just so
That purple galaxies spun into life
And jettisoned into the oil air

Violet streaks themselves spinning
Gave birth to pricks of round
Waxing lights
That whipped into place in endless rotation
Melding blue and red and green

And on a speck of blurring light
A hand swept over
Summoning bark and leaves to
Twist up in glorified mass
From the earth

And with a scoop leftover
He molded limbs and chest and head
Until we were left standing
Upon one crumb
Of creation

And all of it done so
Thoughtfully
So easily

And yet here we are
Struggling to create something
Of meaning
Centuries later still
Ignorantly assembling nut and bolt
Gears, cables, conductors
Failing to see our place
Failing to see that we can only create
What has already been given

All we can give back
Is love

The Grind

Composed 12/17/13
Description: This was written in response to wdbwp’s prompt Trial and Tribulation.  The prompt was to write of a situation that has caused stress, anxiety, pain, etc.  For me, this was an easy prompt.  In fact, I actually had already written about half this earlier in the semester, but this prompt inspired me to finish it.

It’s the heavy
The dragging
The tired
And blind
The heart pumping
Worry
Of falling behind
The striving
The falling
The covered in mud
The lack of assistance
Coming from above
And then my soul
Pushed out there to sell
These are the trials
Of senior year hell

Dreaming of Freedom

Composed 12/5/13
Description: This was originally composed for wdbwp’s poetry prompt Dream States. This prompt told us to pay attention to our dreams that week and to compose a poem based on what we remember. Though I composed this piece on time, I am horribly, horribly late in posting it. (Thank you, college.) Nonetheless, I was impressed by the imagery and symbolism my dream contained.

I think this dream says much about my current attitude toward romantic relationships.  I have recently been noting how draining  romantic relationships are.  Honestly, being single is just so much easier.  There’s not as much emotional strain — you don’t have the stress of wondering if he’s “the one” or if you’re doing things right — and you don’t have the time commitment! Your life is just so much more flexible.

Though I think this poem contains a deeper element as well, perhaps illustrating how I view my romantic past, the decisions I’ve made, and how I’ve coped.

He holds out a contract to sign
Marry me he says
Robot body guards hold me in place
And I almost consent

But flashbacks bring reality
And I crash my fist
Into the robot’s glass head
And wrap my fingers around the crucial chip
Ripping it free

The robot crumbles
And I flee in the chaos

I load up my escape pod
And use the chip to power up
Launch
And out into space I fly
Smiling
Truly smiling
For the first time in awhile

And I land
On a planet of Japanese gardens
And polished wood bathhouse floors
And I rest
Satisfied
In the beauty of sunshine
Peering in
Through sliding screen doors

Blessed with Looks

Composed 11/27/13
Description: I wrote this for wdbwp’s poetry prompt: “Giving Thanks No. 2,” in which we were to write about negative things we were thankful for. Here’s mine. It seems befitting enough that I should post it now, since it’s officially Thanksgiving!

I am thankful
For the plain
Emptiness of my features
The vast, doughy roundness
Of my flushed cheeks
For thickened eyebrows
And spotted complexion

How I rejoice
In a slow metabolism
And a fondness for sweets
Resulting in a swelling bulge
Falling under a broad ribcage

For without it
Who could stand my presence?
My pride
In every moment
Would blind
Repel the good and
Attract the leeches
Looking for a place to feed

I would neglect
The sweet parts of me
I would not care
For how far I could go
With a fair face
And a fair frame

Kindness, warmth, integrity
Humor, IQ, honesty
Are all unneeded for beauty

But for me
They are essential
So for plainness
I am thankful