I have an obsession
And it is called P-O-E-T-R-Y.Mmmmmm, poetry. It makes me happy. I like to WRITE poetry. I enjoy it. But I lack feedback to know if my poems are actually good, so that's like EH?! Like this poem I wrote in my twin's journal:
Fallow
The earth is empty.
Nothing grows.
No stretching green
to reach the sky.
The ground is black.
There are no seeds.
No blowing leaf
to ride the breeze.
The land is flat.
Nothing moves.
No creeping plants
to shift the land.
It lies fallow.
My face is still.
Nothing grows.
No stretching smile
to reach for joy.
My eyes are closed.
There is no sight.
No glowing vision
to look forward to.
My body is quiet.
I do not move.
No rhythmic dance
To chase my feet.
I lie fallow.
But yeh, I show it to Dad and he's like, "Muffin. It's not finished yet." and I'm like " ... tcha! It IS!" And it is. I think the second half could use some tweaking. (tweak) BUT that's the end. Unless I make it part of a set. See, you have to be a little intelligent to realize that it is the MEANING of the word "Fallow" that I am getting at. Yes, it's a bit depressing, but the POINT is, you lie fallow BECAUSE next year, you will get planted! Huzzah!
... do you get it? Is it bad that I have to EXPLAIN my poemtry?
anyyyyywaaaaay, the poem I was PLANNING to write this morning, is about a padlock and it's bolt. And how they're rusted together, and even tho' the shed falls down, THEY are still stuck together. It's a kind of narrative-type-ish poem. Thing.
Yeah.
ANYWAY, I need to PICK UP some good poets to READ. ^_^ so, mebbe today I pick up some poemtry books. :3
BUT! YESTERDAY! IN CHOIR! Zheeeee. >_< well, *minty hand thing TM* Yesterday was middle school choir, right? WELL, we had an infestation of FLYING ANTS!!!!! Y'know, the big black one-inch things? With wings? SO, everytime another showed up, the girls would squeal and scream and sweep their skirts close about their legs. All the boys would suddenly LEAP out of their chairs to stomp it to death. OR, if it was flying about the room, the would chase after it, leaping into the air and smacking their hands together in a vain attempt to squish it.
I was trying to teach in this chaos. AS WELL as not being to happy about the prospect of ants getting stuck in my hair or crawling up my skirt.
It was exhausting. *phew*
ANYWAY, I think my dad is looming in a "Get-off-of-my-computer-so-I-can-teach-my-class" manner ... so ... Mebbe I should go. :3
I love y'all!
Mmmm poemtry. ^_^
~Istra~
Fallow
The earth is empty.
Nothing grows.
No stretching green
to reach the sky.
The ground is black.
There are no seeds.
No blowing leaf
to ride the breeze.
The land is flat.
Nothing moves.
No creeping plants
to shift the land.
It lies fallow.
My face is still.
Nothing grows.
No stretching smile
to reach for joy.
My eyes are closed.
There is no sight.
No glowing vision
to look forward to.
My body is quiet.
I do not move.
No rhythmic dance
To chase my feet.
I lie fallow.
But yeh, I show it to Dad and he's like, "Muffin. It's not finished yet." and I'm like " ... tcha! It IS!" And it is. I think the second half could use some tweaking. (tweak) BUT that's the end. Unless I make it part of a set. See, you have to be a little intelligent to realize that it is the MEANING of the word "Fallow" that I am getting at. Yes, it's a bit depressing, but the POINT is, you lie fallow BECAUSE next year, you will get planted! Huzzah!
... do you get it? Is it bad that I have to EXPLAIN my poemtry?
anyyyyywaaaaay, the poem I was PLANNING to write this morning, is about a padlock and it's bolt. And how they're rusted together, and even tho' the shed falls down, THEY are still stuck together. It's a kind of narrative-type-ish poem. Thing.
Yeah.
ANYWAY, I need to PICK UP some good poets to READ. ^_^ so, mebbe today I pick up some poemtry books. :3
BUT! YESTERDAY! IN CHOIR! Zheeeee. >_< well, *minty hand thing TM* Yesterday was middle school choir, right? WELL, we had an infestation of FLYING ANTS!!!!! Y'know, the big black one-inch things? With wings? SO, everytime another showed up, the girls would squeal and scream and sweep their skirts close about their legs. All the boys would suddenly LEAP out of their chairs to stomp it to death. OR, if it was flying about the room, the would chase after it, leaping into the air and smacking their hands together in a vain attempt to squish it.
I was trying to teach in this chaos. AS WELL as not being to happy about the prospect of ants getting stuck in my hair or crawling up my skirt.
It was exhausting. *phew*
ANYWAY, I think my dad is looming in a "Get-off-of-my-computer-so-I-can-teach-my-class" manner ... so ... Mebbe I should go. :3
I love y'all!
Mmmm poemtry. ^_^
~Istra~