Poetry!
It's official. I'm taking a poetry workshop in the fall. (Also a novel-writing workshop, but who's counting?)
In that spirit, here's a poem I wrote the other day. I'd say it's the first truly serious attempt at poetry that I've made thus far. I wasn't just messing around with this one.
That said, I acknowledge my lack of experience in the field, and offer that as a warning if this happens to be cheesy/unoriginal/tritely worded/lacking structure, etc.
Let me know what you think? Critiques welcomed.
-------------
A stem grows,
Absorbs mineral
Synthesizing nutrients natural-born in Earth
Tan, brown, black combine into white, yellow, green
Reaching, stretching, out, up, then flowering hands,
Wings, webs, leaves
A structure intricate, organic, bodily
Delicate, ordered
Raw soil metamorphs, a Sculptor's block
Dirt and void become naked form
As if a fern crawls not from dead elements
But a nurturing wholeness
As though a skyward whale breaches not water's glass sheet
But the womb
In that spirit, here's a poem I wrote the other day. I'd say it's the first truly serious attempt at poetry that I've made thus far. I wasn't just messing around with this one.
That said, I acknowledge my lack of experience in the field, and offer that as a warning if this happens to be cheesy/unoriginal/tritely worded/lacking structure, etc.
Let me know what you think? Critiques welcomed.
-------------
A stem grows,
Absorbs mineral
Synthesizing nutrients natural-born in Earth
Tan, brown, black combine into white, yellow, green
Reaching, stretching, out, up, then flowering hands,
Wings, webs, leaves
A structure intricate, organic, bodily
Delicate, ordered
Raw soil metamorphs, a Sculptor's block
Dirt and void become naked form
As if a fern crawls not from dead elements
But a nurturing wholeness
As though a skyward whale breaches not water's glass sheet
But the womb