POEMS! Such an amazing creation!
Even though poetry is one of the most dreaded parts of English 101 for a high school student it still has a very solid part of my heart. I must admit though that during high school I absolutely despised it.
It is possible that I hated it so much because my teacher always wanted us to write about our “Feelings”. Didn’t she know that the horrific thing known as puberty was currently wracking our bodies with hormones that made us little crying, angry, emo balls of annoyance? Who wants to write about their feelings? Teenagers are basically swimming in a pool of emotions, they certainly don’t want to evaluate and put them on paper so the teacher could pick through them and analyze if those feelings are good enough for the idiotic category of “Poetry”.
The way to get around this mock session of therapy was to be a sarcastic wench. Which I, fortunately, had the opportunity to be at many different intervals.
I don’t advise any teenager to be sarcastic, lord no, I don’t want that to come back and bite me in the bum when my son is a teenager. That’s a whole can of worms I am not ready to open just yet. Just know sarcasm is a beautiful thing.
So share with me your favorite poem. I like them all. Write one if you dare to feel so bold. This is a judgement free zone. Violators will be at the mercy of my quick wit. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Happy poem searching humans.
I am a fan of silence. Nothing beats an empty house where the only sound is my fish tank pumping. My son away at his grandparents and not a niece or nephew in sight. However, I can only take this silence for so long. It starts to wear on me.
The creaks in the floorboard down the hall, inadvertently makes me think that the zombie apocalypse has started while I lay cuddled up in my bed with my mound of pillows. My heart begins to race. I wonder if my son is okay or my husband at work in downtown Ann Arbor is still alive.. did his workplace get hit first by the horde of bloodthirsty zombies!? The creaking gets closer. The ding of the heater as it turns on. I stare at the door anticipating a horrific face to pop through the doorway with gnashing teeth… I look for a weapon.
Like normal people I have the normal arsenal by the bedside, a hair brush, a couple of books. A mirror my son bought me for christmas that horribly magnifies all of my imperfections. I am a lost cause, might as well right myself off now. This is the end.
Then my cat Gringo walks in.
Phew! Crisis avoided.
As much of a fan I am of the silence. I think that it is important to have background noise. Even more when I am home alone clicking away on my computer. My imagination always runs wild. I can’t control it. This time it was a zombie that invaded my mind, next time it will be a burglar. Why can’t it ever something like Publisher Clearing House bringing me my ridiculously large check that takes all of my financial burdens away with its enormous size and absurd amount of zero’s attached?
No such luck for me.
Well onto plan B.
I wonder does anyone else have this over reactive brain that tortures them in the silence of their home? If this happens to you tell me about it. I know I don’t have many followers… me, myself, and I are content with waiting.
Good day, Humans.
How exciting! Well after three hours struggling to understand how to do this and manuver around this site.. I think that I finally figured it out. Props to me.
It is exciting that I am finally beginning to follow my dream to publish one of my books. If I could time travel and go back to my younger self… after the intitial shock of seeing an older, blonder version of me… I certainly hope younger me would pay attention and get this started.
I am exploding with thoughts on what to write about even though I am only 5k words into a book that should already be done, I keep finding things to distract me. I wouldn’t call it writer’s block however, it is a sort of writers “oohhhh look at that cat video”. My weakness.
It is 1:30 am in Michigan and raining. My son has his first official day of Spring Break starting tomorrow. He is my number one fan and he is always trying to get me to write. If he catches me relaxing or watching television the snot brings me my computer with an expectant face like “Mom, you have a book to write.” He keeps me on track better than I do.
I am excited about this blog just because it will give me a chance to interact directly with fans, something that is not only a great teaching tool, but I expect to be fun as well.
I cannot wait to have someone to talk to. This is a journey into publication and I cannot wait to see who is on the ride with me.