Hello! I have arisen from the dead. After a wonderful summer working at a summer camp I have started school once again and am entrenched in the system of “higher learning.” Lucky for me I have found the perfect fit in my school and I have the worlds most wonderful poetry class. It is unconventionally, creative, engaging and to say the very least I find it inspiring. The following poem is one I scribbled out the other day for a “Narrative” poem assignment.
**For some unknown reason I CAN NOT get wordpress to keep this poem in stanzas. It keeps condensing it. So imagine that pretty much every capital word is actually the sart to a new stanza. I apologize because it very much changes the flow and practically the meaning of the poem but there just isn’t anything I can do about it.
A Day Of Me
A blue crack
probes my consciousness
one eye opens
seeking the dream intruder
pre-dawn light leaks
gently into the room
dancing in among the dust.
One brave toe
tests the air
– cold –
and retreats quickly
underneath worn quilts
that smell of pine
and childhood
stitched lovingly generations ago.
One
Two
Three!
Limbs fly
in the scramble
to obtain new warmth.
Grandmas red wool sweater
itches as it settles on my
shoulders
hat, rain boots, red with polka dots
my favorite
caked with yesterdays mud.
I pause
a curl of steam
escapes from parted lips
fogging the window
the old oak door
heavy and resilient
takes all my effort
to swing open.
I welcome the new day
arms flung wide
to greet THIS
this day
this life.
Humming my theme song
I skip contentedly
over the ancient rolling hills
lush and green from
drenching spring rains
gulls cry noisily overhead
practicing acrobatics
pink tendrils
stretch through the dawn
like spotlights in the
misty unknown.
Slippery, black, smooth
the ocean caressed stones
greet me
the perfect skipping
grounds
spring ice
gigantic
forbidding
awe-inspiring
powerful
creeps bye
eyeing me
I look funny
on the surface
of liquid glass
a well placed stone
ripples me into oblivion
laughing I run away.
The wind whispers over the water
and a new day rises
Beauty dominates this place
in every moment
under each mossy rock
on the glassy frigid water
in the sharp cries of the gulls
over the ice,
in me.
Yes beauty
Lives
In me
Because I am a part of
ALL THIS
Beautiful Jess! Just like you! I am thrilled to experience you through poetry.
I used to publish poetry in a blog and found that if you press shift and the return key you will only have a single space in between each line – if you would like it, that is. Just a little tip from one poet to another! Love you!
Oh, Jess, we have missed hearing from you! Thanks for sharing.