But before I tell you all about it, I’d like to thank Cally Jackson again for awarding me the Versatile Blogger award. The reason I’m not doing the whole post on it is because I remembered I already had it, and as I only know about ten bloggers, I’d end up awarding it to the same people all over again.
Must read more blogs.
But thank you very much, Cally!
As I was saying, I’m writing a poem for my Intro to Creative Writing class at school. Along with the poem, I’m writing a paper all about how I wrote the poem. And then the poem will be going into my portfolio. I’ll probably also read this poem at the end of semester reading. I’m getting a lot of mileage out of this thing.
I am not now and have never been a big poetry writer or reader. I have every respect for poets and poetry, and there are some poems I really like (for instance, “In Winter” by my teacher, Jeff Hardin), but I’ve always been more of a novel type girl.
So… I’m pretty nervous. Writing poetry is just not my thing. It’s like ice cream. I like it, but I certainly don’t need to try to make any. But if I did make some, I would most definitely enlist my friends and family to try some and tell me what I needed to fix.
See where I’m heading with this? Will you guys PLEASE help me with this poem? I’m desperate. I mean, my teacher can’t really fail my poem, but I want it to be good, because it would be quite the bruise to my ego if it was horrible.
Before I show the actual poem, a brief back story: it was written in response to a prompt in which we (the students) were to write a poem that used similar phones/sounds scattered throughout the piece without falling back on the use of rhyming couplets or stanzas.
Without further ado, I give you…
The Smiles in Picture Frames
Do the smiles in picture frames
Wane when nobody watches?
And piles of laundry, like a stack of paint swatches,
Do they become sentient when mothers don’t wash them?
Are the houses nobody lives in
Skeletons of old lives and wives and
Paved driveways? The cars that no longer
Drive on highways, do they dream of gone by days
When they took children to soccer games?
Does soap get dirty when chores are shirked
And nobody works and dust gathers?
Does the rust on metal rafters cry when it’s left un-scrubbed?
Do insects have parties in unused showers and tubs?
When garbage towers and weeds overtake the flower beds,
Do pillows still hold the dreams from sleeping heads?
What do you think? Should I scrap it and start over? Is it okay? Worth pursuing? SUGGESTIONS?