Ugh
School has been such a trial. Just so you get the idea, I'll list the homework I'm trying to get done for the week. I have to read the first 4 acts of Much Ado About Nothing and start planning a presentation for next month, I have to read 4 short stories and start writing a paper (only 3-4 pages long) and finish a novel, I have to read 50 pages of White Album and write a response, I have to study for my spanish test and rewrite my spanish composition and do my spanish homework, I have to write 3 poems and read and comment on 4 others, read a book of poetry and plan a presentation, and also read an essay about some aspect of poetry, I have to read a short story and write a constructive response on it, and read a few more stories and write responses. I think that about sums it up. And I've only written 1 poem... so, yeah. I've been keeping pretty busy. I should just stop complaining though. It's not like someone forced me to take 6 classes.
Here's the first draft of my poem by the way. Our assignemt is to write a poem about a space of time only 3 seconds long. The second poem is going to be about a space of time over three days long that is the exact same length. Any suggestions? I wrote this poem as a syllabic poem of 10 syllables to each line. I'm thinking of trying a rhyme scheme with the next one.
Three Seconds Till Death
You wait, silent, holding your breath, until
The absence of his lone buzz alerts you.
Wings of green and bronze flash iridescent
And purple as the light reflects from them.
Fragile legs support his ponderous frame
As he creeps across the oaken table.
He pauses and raises his spindly leg
To rub at his face like he is washing,
Though you know he’s just wiping away drool
Or that saliva he spits on his food.
Your hand is steady and already poised
For it’s swift downward strike to sever life.
His thousands of lenses are watchful now
And the slightest movement will betray you.
You lunge, and the strike is sudden and fierce
As you crush his wiggling frame to gore
Beneath the plastic prison of blue mesh.
You can’t help but cringe at the noise it makes
When his body bursts like a ripe melon
Leaving only a bloody smudge behind.