The poet is not dead! In fact, he or she, lives on to write profusely. Still in the midst of tackling my 7 creative writing assignments (all due tomorrow, yikes!)...I find myself struggling with the poetry section. Particularly, with the rhythm and alignment of both the sentence structure and stanzas. This particular assignment was to write a "break-up" poem, without using any cliche. Ugh, break-up poems lol. How typical. And seemingly boring. Anyway, here is my first attempt (key phrase: first attempt! :S)
Against the Earths soil, blank stares at clouds, I formulate
memorable shapes, and forgotten meaning.
Against the fast paced sky, seagulls overpass,
as I strain for silver lining.
Fire ants bite my ankles, inferior to the heartburn
whose duty is to beat up my entire body.
I lay, wait, and think of
broken glass, cheesy Polaroid’s,
cinnamon hearts, leather interior,
Eskimo kisses, blue Gatorade stains,
In the instant of the love profusion, my stomach growls, smiling,
I decide to move on and have homemade spaghetti for dinner.
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(I feel as though I should sign, or at least initial, after all my work...like a true writer damnit!)