I have never been one for poetry. In school, I hated it, and in many ways I still do. But by some unlucky twist of fate, this semester I find myself taking a poetry writing class. Well, in my own attempt to grow and put myself "out there," I have decided to post my first "real" poem on my blog. And by real poem I mean one that didn't start with roses are red, violets are blue...
White
A look out the window is all that you need,
The flakes are falling! Let’s go!
You hurry about in an effort to dress,
pulling on mittens and hats and a cozy scarf too.
You pull out your hot pink sled,
and drag it up the hill,
then hop on and enjoy the ride,
the elements whipping your face as you make your
descent.
When you tire of trekking up of the hill you lie down,
and gaze up at the falling wonders,
each flake unique in it’s own way,
just like all people on earth.
Trudging inside and frozen to the bone,
there it is on the table,
a mug of hot chocolate,
just waiting for you.
I like this- did you write it for your poetry class?
ReplyDeleteYup! I had to write this for my poetry class and then have the entire class read it and critique it right in front of me. Talk about nerve-wracking! I'm used to that being done with short stories that I've written, but poetry is such a new territory for me, so that was just a terrifying experience.
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