So I'm taking a class this semester that has forced me to branch out into poetry and non-fiction. Initially, I was a bit nervous because prose is my forte; it's what I'm used to. But I have to admit that I'm starting to like writing poetry. Non-fiction on the hand is not my style at all ("What do you mean I can't make shit up?").
I used to dislike poetry because I didn't understand it and I always thought it was too artsy. As in, "What does that phrase mean?" and "Why does that sentence stop right in the middle?" But I've come to like the experimental-ness of it and how it's such a great outlet for emotion and thought. I guess I can see why angsty teenagers like to use it as their medium! Ha!
I'm registering for classes next week and hopefully I'll be taking a class called Poetry for Craft in the spring. Never thought I'd be taking a poetry class, but here we are. I'll let you know if I start to hate it and want to gouge my eyes out with a pencil.
Anyway, the theme a few weeks ago was the written word. I hope you like it!
In
aisles of dusty volumes she meandered,
Her
fingers lingering on the old spines,
Looking
for something to enchant her
So
she could break it out of its confines.
These
dog-eared pages were her family
And
knew her better than the living
For
they made her mind drift happily
To
far-off places she was missing.
And
there half hidden on the bookshelf,
She
almost passed it by:
A
book that reminded her of herself,
Curly
lettering and blue as the sky.
Though
time was swiftly running out
And
soon the doors would close,
She
took a seat without a doubt
And
turned to the first page of prose.
The
words seemed to glow in the dark
And
the story awoke before her eyes,
But
too soon it was time to embark
For
staying any longer would be unwise.
To
further unlock this marvelous creation
She
ran with her library card in hand,
And
smiled when she was given permission
To
return to that printed land.
In case you're entirely confused, this poem is about a young girl in a library searching for the perfect book. What do you think?