Sunday, January 25, 2015

Confession Time

I know it's a half-assed excuse, but having had semester 1 finals the past week, I've only written one poem over the past two week. While I was studying for my exams my brain was fried, it was as if all my creative juices had sizzled away. Outside of my exams it has been a stressful time for my mother, she was writing her annual meeting address, as the Head Warden of our church. I've been trying to make it easier for her. Any free time I had was spent binding choral sheet music.  I had had six sets of   pieces I had promised to bind for my choir director.

Today, however, my mom gave her address. She cried, but I had never been prouder of her than at that moment. I know it sounds kinda a reversed situation, but she had worked so hard and so long for three years, that I started to tear up too. Now that all that stress has been lifted off our shoulders, I'm going to try to tap into the pride I had for my mother, using it as inspiration for a new poem this evening.

Now, time to talk about what I actually accomplished. The previous week, I had already started glancing over my notes for the American Lit. exam. Reading over all the stuff we had discussed about transcendentalism inspired me to write something about individuality.  As you may or may not know, R. W. Emerson said "...imitation is suicide...", and I completely concur.  I hate it when people go around trying to be something they are not. It is one thing to admire someone, but going out of your way to 'have the same purse' as some celebrity is just shallow, and boring.  I ended up writing a four stanza poem, each with four lines. Each stanza had an A-B-A-B rhyming pattern I call it The Fall.

Here are the first and final stanzas of my poem:

Imitation is beige;
bland and boring.
From age to age,
society is a lemming.

Beige has never been
the color for me.
It's one's final sin;
something I will never be.

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Happy 2015!!!

First and foremost, I'd like to wish you all a happy New Year.  It's been quite a while since my last post, about a month I think.  I have to say I'm really excited about what I wrote over my long Christmas break. I attempted to write a lot of poems, but I wrote two pieces that I am proud of.

I wrote a poem with a sort of new format. If you know what a found poem is, my poem is similar that. However, instead of mixing up words from an article, I used song lyrics. I call it…(drum roll please)…a Lyric Collage. This time, I combined a bunch of different lyrics from songs by Three Days Grace. i think it turned out nicely, if I do say so myself.

This past Sunday, I was in choir rehearsal, and I just happen to peek outside through the window. There was the fluffiest, torrent of snow swarming the sky. I knew I was going to have to write something about the snow. When I actually started to write the poem, I was listening to the sound track to one of the shows I follow. This one song came on, and I find it almost tragically beautiful. (Here is the link to the song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h2UN6HzQDfE ) I was really feeling that song at the moment ( I'm not really sure why) so I just played it the whole time I was writing the poem. The mood of the song affected how i had view the snow flurries earlier.  My piece came out more somber than I had originally intended, but I think that was for the best. My piece is more of a collection of haikus that make up a larger story. I wrote 8 haikus within my overall piece. So far, I've just called it "Snow", but I want to brainstorm a little bit more inventive title for it.

This past Friday, I was yet again writing poetry while listening to the song linked above. This time I wrote a poem inspired by just the feeling that listening to that song gave me, not the snow. I think the piece is nice, but it needs a final line to sum it all up. I think that sadness is the most difficult emotion to express with words. No matter how you put it, it doesn't quite match how you feel. Its this kind of pull, and ache right where your diaphragm is, behind the bottom of your lungs' center And I'm not sure how to really say what this song makes me feel, but I think my poem came closer than before.

I'd thought I'd sign off with the first 3 haikus of my new poem, "Snow."

Blanketing the ground
shimmering in the moon light
like stars in from the sky

And yet it is so cold
it seeps deep into one's bones
making the heart chill

Flurries fill the sky
pieces of heaven floating
like angels' feathers 



Happy New Years again, wishing you all the best, 

Lizzie