Happy Birthday, Grandma

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Cherry Trees

Pink pedals sprinkle the grass.
Pink pedals shower the lawn.
Pink pedals rain o’er the yard.
Pink pedals grace their old home.
Pink pedals cascade in the wind.
Pink pedals blanket the landscape.
With time comes only greatness.

Image Poem!

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Long awaited (I think), at least the Image Poem arrives.

The assignment was to create a poem composed of images. Lots of images. They are supposed to communicate an emotion and a theme. I’m kind of worried about mine because when it was submitted for peer review, the desired emotion wasn’t really identified. I only made a couple of edits to it, but I hope that they clarified the emotion more.

Regardless: I hope you enjoy. I’m interested in hearing your thoughts.

Guiding Light

The trees sway in invisible wind
And the starlight casts no shadows.

The darkness moves -
And shapes -
And a black cat creeps warily from cover.

The coyote howls in mourning.
Shadowed shapes scatter
From patches of nothing in the dirt.

Muffled shouts
Where shore meets shine -
Water shies from the coast,
afraid.

The beacon is off.
The sea of blackness above flickers
As waves reflect light from nowhere;
The sun’s reflection is missing.

Armed statues wait in the alley
arms forward and pointed,
all at one another like accusing fingers
pale starlight on their brows.

All hail – and stop
Stare and sweat as wild beads
scan painfully slow, waiting
watching your every lack of move;
brown bag fever glowing white.

The beacon is off
And who to guide us?
Where to steady our compass
In the shining sea of the night?
The beacon is off.

Creative Writing - Writing Exercise II

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Okay. Exercise two.

Part one: Join a scene and an emotion in a paragraph or poem, using images to describe it in great detail. The scenes and emotions you can pick are listed. I picked high noon on the river, and… sinister. I’m not sure if I did well, the teacher wasn’t sure if I had picked dangerous or sinister. >__>

Part two: write a bad poem. Like, bad poetry, the worst that you can imagine. Then explain what’s so terrible about it.

Part three: Take a paragraph that was given to us, and space it out to turn it into a poem. In a poem, timing is everything, so the spaces were important. Then write a paragraph explaining your reasoning on the spaces. Then at the end of that paragraph, define the difference between prose and poetry.

I got 100% on this assignment~. Read More »

Creative Writing: exercise 1

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I have a lot of trouble spelling “exercise” sometimes…

Anyway, this quarter I’m taking Creative Writing I. Which I love. Oh how I love it. It’s a purely online class, which is good, because I can work on it wherever I wish and that’s always nice for an author. Today’s assignment was to first crank out ten “concrete, significant details” about your location - that is, details that can help you imagine the object being described very clearly, by appealing to your senses. You were also to include two metaphors and two similes, and label them. The second part was to write a poem. About food. It’s supposed to be in a certain format, and very short, so it wasn’t too difficult, and it was quite fun.

Below, I allow you to gaze upon my raw and unedited work. These are ALL the details and poems I came up with, from which I picked my favorites. Just thought you might like to see something of this sort. Read More »