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so... hi!
livejournal. you are a distant stranger to me, yet i know i can always turn to you when i have something to share. like today! today i decided that i am going to post a poem i wrote for my Creative Writing: Poetry class. i am in love with this class, by the way. my teacher is such a spaced out hippie/mr. rogers type guy who, so im told, takes his classes to happy hour at the end of the semester and gets all buzzed up with his students. anyway, back to business. this was my first assignment in the class. i had to choose a photograph out of the pile he provided and write a poem based on it. of course i went for the tree picture. god, im so predictable. anyway, below is a crudely taken picture OF the picture i wrote about. if you can't tell, it's of a group of bare birch trees and a blue sky.
like i said:
( I think if you click it, it gets bigger ((and blurrier))
ehem, and now, for the poem.
by the way, it has no name, so.. um... just, like... ignore that.
Photo Poem, By: Annie Woehrle
above our heads,
arthritic branches,
as ancient as they are beautiful,
bend and break.
stiff little fingers take hold of each other
and burst like lightning from under ground.
caught in natures slow motion,
a life long flash of vibrant white
against a cerulean sky.
each imperfection gorgeous, and deliberate,
waiting to be noticed.
naked and strong
with waving arms,
the trees dance for me
toward heaven.
they reach toward light.
toward death.
they hold the peace that passes understanding
and the patience that will see the end of the world.
~fin~
so yeah, like i said, first assignment. im pretty happy with it and the class seemed to like it during their critique. feel free to add whatever imput you may have (mitch, mandy, kim, pete... i know you want to, you writing snobs you... )
in other news, it's raining. a lot. my classes are going well and i've been enjoying having money in my pocket again.
however, (totally unrelated to anything) lately, i have been having some slight mental problems, man. steve and i are doing well, we love each other, but i may be stuck in a relationship rut. he is amazing. he is sweeter and better to me than i ever thought anyone would know how to be. he makes me feel beautiful and smart and worth more than i've ever felt. but, i feel like im either holding back or im a little lost as to what i want from it all. Is he becomming less appealing because he's not emoitionally unavailable!? how fucked up is it that i even have to wonder that!? ugh. he's here. he's real. he wants nothing more than to be with me. he's safe and open and comfortable, but, it's been 8 months and i don't feel like i even have the option to leave if i wanted to, which i don't want to, but i don't like that i feel trapped. the other problem is, your probably thinking, this sounds like something i should just talk to him about. yes, i would like that. however, he would not be able to handle it. he worries about me leaving him as it is, despite my reassurance, this would not help that. i know how that must sound... like he's some sniveling co-dependant loser or something, which as you know, is not the case. we're all insecure in some ways and that is just his thing. we've all felt that way, we just have an open enough relationship where we can talk about it. he doesn't worry all the time, or anything, he just says it crosses his mind sometimes, and he doesn't like it. i guess i just have to ride this one out. if i keep feeling this way and remain in this rut i'll have to do or say something. we'll see. maybe it's the rain. meh.
ok, i can't leave this post on such a downer subject... how about i leave you with a photo. i started with one, now i'll end with one. a circular narative (alex, tyrone, whut whut).
i call it, "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. annie st.cloud mantra"
that is all. good day
livejournal. you are a distant stranger to me, yet i know i can always turn to you when i have something to share. like today! today i decided that i am going to post a poem i wrote for my Creative Writing: Poetry class. i am in love with this class, by the way. my teacher is such a spaced out hippie/mr. rogers type guy who, so im told, takes his classes to happy hour at the end of the semester and gets all buzzed up with his students. anyway, back to business. this was my first assignment in the class. i had to choose a photograph out of the pile he provided and write a poem based on it. of course i went for the tree picture. god, im so predictable. anyway, below is a crudely taken picture OF the picture i wrote about. if you can't tell, it's of a group of bare birch trees and a blue sky.
like i said:
( I think if you click it, it gets bigger ((and blurrier))
ehem, and now, for the poem.
by the way, it has no name, so.. um... just, like... ignore that.
Photo Poem, By: Annie Woehrle
above our heads,
arthritic branches,
as ancient as they are beautiful,
bend and break.
stiff little fingers take hold of each other
and burst like lightning from under ground.
caught in natures slow motion,
a life long flash of vibrant white
against a cerulean sky.
each imperfection gorgeous, and deliberate,
waiting to be noticed.
naked and strong
with waving arms,
the trees dance for me
toward heaven.
they reach toward light.
toward death.
they hold the peace that passes understanding
and the patience that will see the end of the world.
~fin~
so yeah, like i said, first assignment. im pretty happy with it and the class seemed to like it during their critique. feel free to add whatever imput you may have (mitch, mandy, kim, pete... i know you want to, you writing snobs you... )
in other news, it's raining. a lot. my classes are going well and i've been enjoying having money in my pocket again.
however, (totally unrelated to anything) lately, i have been having some slight mental problems, man. steve and i are doing well, we love each other, but i may be stuck in a relationship rut. he is amazing. he is sweeter and better to me than i ever thought anyone would know how to be. he makes me feel beautiful and smart and worth more than i've ever felt. but, i feel like im either holding back or im a little lost as to what i want from it all. Is he becomming less appealing because he's not emoitionally unavailable!? how fucked up is it that i even have to wonder that!? ugh. he's here. he's real. he wants nothing more than to be with me. he's safe and open and comfortable, but, it's been 8 months and i don't feel like i even have the option to leave if i wanted to, which i don't want to, but i don't like that i feel trapped. the other problem is, your probably thinking, this sounds like something i should just talk to him about. yes, i would like that. however, he would not be able to handle it. he worries about me leaving him as it is, despite my reassurance, this would not help that. i know how that must sound... like he's some sniveling co-dependant loser or something, which as you know, is not the case. we're all insecure in some ways and that is just his thing. we've all felt that way, we just have an open enough relationship where we can talk about it. he doesn't worry all the time, or anything, he just says it crosses his mind sometimes, and he doesn't like it. i guess i just have to ride this one out. if i keep feeling this way and remain in this rut i'll have to do or say something. we'll see. maybe it's the rain. meh.
ok, i can't leave this post on such a downer subject... how about i leave you with a photo. i started with one, now i'll end with one. a circular narative (alex, tyrone, whut whut).
i call it, "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. annie st.cloud mantra"
that is all. good day