“Shimmer”
Author's Note: We did a stream of consciousness today and our word was shimmer. It reminded me of my cousin's wedding because of her beautifully jeweled dress.
She walks down the aisle
slowly,
gracefully,
beautifully.
A shimmering light
surrounds her
as golden beams reflect off
her jeweled dress
She appears angelic
with a sunlit spotlight,
A blissful smile,
and affection in her eyes.
Slowly,
she cascades down the aisle
to meet her future
and when they meet
Their eyes lock,
The smiles widen,
Their lives set.
She interlocks her fingers
with his
just like she always will,
Until forever ends.
January 31, 2013
"Sail Away"
Author's Note: I wrote this poem attempting to create some sort of picture in the reader's mind, but I'm not sure if I achieved it. I somewhat like this poem so I decided to post it. Along with this poem is a picture that I took over the summer.
It sits
upon sparkling, tranquil waters
where the wooden dock ends,
A slight breeze.
A little gust.
Then,
it sails away
to painted streaks and
golden beams of light.
"Hidden"
Author's Note: I wrote this piece in attempt to create another concrete image-type poem. I honestly do not think it was as well written as the previous poem. These types of poem are a way for me to express something without literally saying so. The poem is in loosely closed form. Please leave feedback below on what I should improve upon or your opinions on the piece.
Within depths of chambers
With
solid marble halls
Within
pointed gates
A dim light flickers
as
it attempts to maintain life
within
ice-cold walls
and
vacant rooms
Behind wooden doors
Behind
layers of brick
Behind
locks with lost keys
A whistle of wind
spoken
only so slightly
behind
cracks of locked doors
as
it's muffled with great emptiness
Something is in there
Something life-fulfilling
Imprisoned.
Hidden.
January 2, 2013
"Lights"
Author's Note:
I wrote this piece because it's been a rough few months with lives lost
or lives that are waning. I was inspired
to write a poem to describe and express that.
Otherwise, there isn't a true point I am trying to get across in this
piece. I also was working on more
descriptive vocabulary and I writing with more structure.
Silence blankets the bustling city
As the sun slips beneath the horizon
Blaring
of rushing engines
Hush
Buzzing
of flickering lights
Lull
Rustling
of swaying trees
Halt
Darkness covers the once bright sky
As stars are cloaked by clouds
Snow-covered plains – deserted
Cobblestone streets – vacant
Miles of highways – idle
Sleep prolongs within the silenced city
For lives are kept frozen in time
Blaring
of rushing engines
Hushed
Buzzing
of flickering lights
Lulled
Rustling
of swaying trees
Halted
Vigor lives contained in a tranquil city
For the hope of another sunrise
October 28, 2012
"A Silent Waiting"
Author's
Note: I had some inspiration before I wrote this poem and I didn't want to
leave it so I decided to write. The poem
turned out to be different from what I was actually thinking of, but that is
how writing should work, like a stream of consciousness. At the time, I was thinking of various events
coming up this winter in which I am conflicted with how they will turn
out. The first and second stanza are how
I pictured the scenery as I was daydreaming.
The last stanza is symbolizing the fight to keep it together with hope
that it doesn't fall apart. I felt like
the piece flowed together as I wrote it, but when I finished my draft I felt as
if it was so short that I was missing
pieces. Clearly conventional classes
have changed my writing and thinking process negatively. Please leave some feedback.
On silent streets
Dimmed lights
reflect off
Swirling snow on
Slick pavement
Where cars once
drove.
Shivering branches
With melted droplets
of snow
Cascading down until
Blustering winds
freeze them.
Little buds
Striving to survive
Winter's death
Blizzards
Winds
Complete destruction
Grasping onto the
last bits
Of warmth and
strength
As they wait for
spring to come.
September 27, 2012
"Etched"
Author's
Note: A couple students and Mr. Johnson were discussing that our biggest
critics are ourselves. After thinking
about it, I realized that it's very true.
We are our biggest critics because we realize and remember all of our
mistakes and flaws. It's not necessarily
a negative thing, but we also remember both good and bad times from little
things that remind us of the time -- almost as if it were etched in out
brains.
Remember…
I still remember
the
day
the
song
the
words.
Only then, were
those seconds real…
but when I find that
time again
It's found
and
never lost.
Held tightly to the
bond I once had,
Stuck.
Frozen.
Forever.
As time passes,
Memories try to fade
and
faults try to arise,
but as a quiet hum
or a blurry image
slip into my mind,
it slowly clears up,
Leaving me with a
memory I never left.
"Once Upon a Time"
Author's Note: I got inspiration while going on a walk with one of my friends and I turned that inspiration into a poem. The cliché introduction, "Once upon a time," ties into small parts of the poem because it opens a story-type theme throughout the poem. I understand this poem can be interpreted various ways when it's read so there isn't a right or wrong interpretation. I wrote it in a way that I understood and I actually wasn't going to post this. Please talk to me or leave me feedback and I'll try to respond to the best of my ability.
Once upon a time,
In the crisp air and
Gusty winds,
In the rolling hills
and
Turning leaves…
I walked
With you by my side.
We strolled through
prairies
And never let a
second pass by…
Music of our
laughter
Beauty of our
stories
Peace of our bond
When our eyes found
each other's
The world froze
Time
froze
Because of you.
In your warm, deep
eyes,
I can see you
And everything you
are for…
Like poetry
Or stories
Of you.
Slowly, we walked
around,
Back to the door,
I opened it to the
future,
Our
future
Not before I looked
back behind you
And saw turning
leaves…
I realized
Our story just
begun.
Comment on Etched: I love this poem so much. It flows so well, and it is something that I think everyone can relate to yet I can tell it also has a very personal meaning to you. You are very good at writing poems.
ReplyDeleteIn response to "A Silent Waiting": I really enjoyed this poem. I found that it does cover what you wanted to say about the anxiety of waiting for things to unfold, and the fear that they may not turn out as expected. If you have a concern about length, I would advise you (and did) to look at the poetry of a master like Eliot. I would have liked, as a reader, to have spent more time seeing the world as you wanted me to see it for the duration of the poem.
ReplyDeleteIn response to Lights: I so enjoyed this poem I had to sort of time myself out before responding. You know, there is a simplicity to this piece that few people your age understand is necessary in order to invoke beauty. There is also the concrete image present that we have spoken about in the past, and it brings the poem to life, right where I can experience it with you. Beautifully done. Then there is the choice of topic; you don't shy away from a difficult thing to talk about, which is one of the real reasons poetry exists. Finally, the repetition works in establishing the art form, driving home the notion of this event as recurring. I absolutely love this poem. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteIn response to "Sail Away": this reads almost like a haiku -- a singular concrete image meant to set a scene upon which the reader can then meditate. I like the image, as it is simply, and concrete, and I can assign my own meaning to the poem if I wish. I would like you to explain to me what you are trying to do with the spacing and line breaks. I'm just curious really.
ReplyDeleteThe two poems I read were "Sail Away" and "Lights". In lights, though it doesn't seem closed form, it seems to flow very well. I think the shortness of it adds to the poem positively, because it starts to paint a picture in your mind but then leaves the rest to the reader. However, I really enjoyed "Lights". I can sense the mindset you were in while writing this. I just love your voice here and I don't agree with what you said in your author's note.
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