I think this schedule has forced me to write more. It’s weird but I was worried it would do the opposite. I think that I was afraid that if I made my hobby required I would view it as work and put it off just like I do all of my other work. I picked up a collection of poems this month called “Songs With our Eyes Closed” by Tyler Kent White. His writing was more reminiscent of new age poetry in that the beginnings of sentences “I” was never capitalized. The majority of his poems were around two or three lines and were all free verse. I really enjoyed this and decided to try my hand at this.
This month, I went on a lot of hikes. This inspired me to write more and I ended up coming out of this month with eleven poems! I’m really proud of myself and the work I have done. I picked a few of my favorites. Unlike my other poetry, because of how short some of these are, I was able to write more poems, so I think I was able to convey more of my emotions than normal.
The hardest part of this blog for me this month was getting a photo. These photos are not so much what inspired me to write these poems, they are instead pictures I took on the trails whenever I stopped to write.
This first poem is the longest one I wrote this month. I was on a hike with my sister; it was snowing. She always likes to hike in the worst weather. My mom thinks it is because there won’t be any other people on the trail. I like to think it’s because you get to see this place you’ve walked millions of times before in a vastly different state. Anyway, we were walking in silence, just enjoying the snow. This is meant to be spoken word, as the last few lines indicate.
I enjoy the silence of it all
Snow whispers but still, it makes no noise.
Me, you, and the two of us,
Walking everywhere and still walking
Does that make sense?
It doesn’t matter.
The ground is too warm for the snow to settle,
In the same way our silence is to warm to be interpreted as anything but
Leaves rustled by shoes lead by legs moved by hearts
Yours, mine, and the two of us
Their beating makes no noise but I can still hear it
Muffled metronomes under floorboards of skin and bone sing
Loud enough that we dance
With no noise.
Can you hear the song?
I remember it now.
Nights when thunder and lightning attacked our house
Grab the corner of a pillow
I heard you,
I hear you
Loud enough that the storm can’t hear us
I’m a long time travelling here below
To lay this body down
To lay this body
To lay this-
These next three poems are the shorter ones I was talking about earlier. They make me smile.
Dande is a lion
Dande sees african sunsets painted on dark canvas skies
Dande lays down on long weeping lovegrass
How could anyone be unhappy?
I’m stuck here
As time dwindles it slows down.
Savoring each step.
So I wait and
Paint pictures on these prison walls.
I am a flower
Should I look down at my broken leaves?
Or face the sun.
Well, that’s all folks! I’m going to try to surround myself with more poetry in order to inspire myself more. I’m really excited to write more poems and be proud of them. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to say that I am truly proud of my writing.