More Poetry and a Bunch of College Feelings

College life is… hard.  Busy.  Fun.  Crazy.  Lots of work.

I thought it was going to be like this:

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And it’s more like this:

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Okay, it’s actually been a lot of fun.  But mostly I’m just busy all the time.

Anyways, here’s another poem I wrote for my Creative Writing Class.  I hope you enjoy.

The world smells of dead leaves; the air’s ripe for campfires –

It’s a beautiful decay.  So then why are you

wearing shorts when it’s 65 degrees today?

I’d rather stay warm in gray boots, crunching through leaves.

Mornings of pale sun, each breath is a breeze of icy blue wind

Which turns to white fog as I exhale, and then –

 

the wind misses summer’s heat,

so it steals mine, right from under my jacket.

And steals leaves from high trees; I watch as they float

Tentatively

Towards the

Ground.

Where they tumble along on the sidewalk

as I walk to class, as if swept along in invisible rivers of glass.

The trees catch flame; they’re never the same two years in a row,

From bright summer green to autumn yellow,

then yellow to scarlet, and red to brown

as they fall to the ground.

And then one morning they’re gone.

Lost

under a layer of frosty white winter.

 

I’m quite proud of it.

Anyways, now my class has shifted from Poetry to Fiction.  Next week I have to turn in a short story, and I’m slightly terrified.

I mean, sure, I can write a novel in a month.  But write a short story in a week?  AHHHH.

*Epicly plugs in coffee pot.*

Anyways, my lovely people, I hope your week is going well, and that you’re having success planning for NaNo if you’re doing it.  See you later!

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Something I Wrote for Class

This semester, I’m taking Intro to Creative Writing, and over the course of the semester we will be covering poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction.

We’re almost finished with our Poetry section.  I’ve loved it so much.  It’s so much fun to create something and get feedback the very next week.  I love getting to discuss our work in class, and seeing reactions and actually hearing the voices of people who have read my work.  At first, it was nerve-wracking; sharing the first poem was like cutting out a piece of my soul and distributing it to the class, saying, “I hope you like it?”

But now these strangers have become a family, and we joke and laugh and help each other grow, and I’ve already seen us mature as writers in the short time we’ve had together.

I’m discovering that I really like poetry, and while I don’t see myself ever becoming a famous poet someday, I think it’s teaching me a lot about writing.

Anyways, without further ado, I’d like to share some of my work with you.  Hope you enjoy it as much I as did writing it.

Ode to Reading

 

Eyes closed, mind gone.

In a land far away, though not for long.

“One more chapter,” I plead, eyes wide,

“I’ll read more tomorrow night,” Dad replies.

 

Flip the page, the next chapter starts.

I’m reading on my own, filling my heart.

A Magic Tree House whisks me away,

And I live in a Little House on the Prairie.

Snow days with dragons and mugs of hot cocoa,

Summer nights up late; quiet so parents won’t know.

Fictional friends and fantastic worlds

Never knowing what the sequel will hold.

 

Now I’ve traded stories for textbooks and cocoa for coffee

But not even college homework can stop me.

My friends will wait while I finish my essays

They’ll lay wait in their pages, waiting for calmer days.

A shelf full of books, whispering quietly

Soon I whisper back, smiling thoughtfully.

Isn’t it crazy how these friends seem real?

I can see what they see, and feel what they feel.

 

There’s so much more I could say with this poem, but –

I’m reading a book.

My friends court Death.

I’m dying to see if they live.

Perhaps I’ll write more when they’re safe at home.

If you’d like me to share more of my work, let me know and I will!  Hope you all are having an awesome week of writing.

P.S. The “book” mentioned in the last stanza was Empire of Storms by Sarah J Mass.  It’s a phenomenal 5th book of the Throne of Glass series.  So much laughter, and tears, and holding my breath, and screaming, and squealing in delight.  Review coming?  Maybe?  Maybe.