A friend of mine suggested that I put some of my poetry on my blog. I’ve been thinking of doing it, but I guess I needed the extra push. I wouldn’t call myself a poet. I have little knowledge of the technicalities of poetry. I just write what I feel. Sometimes it rhymes, sometimes it doesn’t.
My junior year at Cal State LA, I had to take an elective and I decided to take a Creative Writing class. It’s a lot different from your average English classes. You have complete control over what you want to write and how you want to write it. Well obviously we were given a subject or a type of writing whether it be a short story or a poem. But as far as what stories we told, that was completely up to our own imagination. I want to share with you one of my poems I wrote for that class. I’ll also continue to write and post poems and/or short stories here and there. I won’t put a schedule to it though because I don’t want my writing to feel forced because of a deadline. I want them to be natural, written on a napkin type of writing.
Well, before I get lost in my words, here is a poem I wrote for that class. The assignment was to write a poem that tells a story and each letter or each line has to start with the next letter in the alphabet. Example..
A blah blah blah
B blah blah blah
C blah blah blah
Get it? You’ll see once you read it…. I never gave it a title. Maybe you guys can help me name it? Here it is…
Angel soft lips fall
Cheeks flushed with
Desire of what’s next. He’s
Even tempered yet
Flustered, nervous but excited. Her
Gorgeous curls fall loosely around
Her shoulders. He brushes her face and says,
“I love you with all my heart.”
Joyously she smiles and
Kindly says it back.
Love is our foundation, he thought.
Maybe this is the right time.
No one can tell him otherwise, because it’s
Obvious to him. He knew what to do. She
Pondered his sweating hands and
Realizing his anxiety,
She asks, “Are you ok?”
Tempted to blurt it out he
Utters five words that will change their lives.
“Will you marry me?” holding a ring made of
Xxenotime in his violently shaking hands.
“Yes!” she screams,