Poetry

Here are some poems I wrote for my Creative Writing class. They are works in progress, mind you.

Waiting Call

After Mary Oliver’s ‘The Rabbit’

Solicitous,

And in a dismay.

The pressure, an evil we all face,

Is on the rampage. And the buttons that cover

Are worn thin with the goodness of use

Lay untouched now. Only he,

And his omnipotent keys of hope ,

Have the necessary power. I tremble

With anticipation, as the light begins to

Progressively get brighter. I inhale

The flashes of memories in my mind, that seem so distant now,

Springing like death from a scene from a movie

Beckoning me

To partake. And suddenly

I can. Time passes quickly and the moment has slipped,

By a second of hesitation. Beyond my great fear

I catch a glimpse of hope shining through, a wish that has come

True on a bight shooting star—

Don’t you understand this madness?—the cycle begins once again.

Mr. Goose

Still, silence

The end has come

A friend has fallen

The darkness surrounds him

Lying there in the mist of blackness

With no rocket of hope for a tomorrow

Sprawled out

Fallen from the rusty looking basket

Beautiful, vibrant

Perfection of pure whiteness

Completely lifeless

Wings ruffled but peaceful

Ever so peaceful

The hollow glasses stand near

A sign of emptiness

This journey has come to a close Mr. Goose

The stilled life

I'm a poet and didn't even know it!! haha

xoxo