March 18th, 2004
|01:44 pm - I've gotten so much done today. . .|
Okay. Bad, teen-angsty poetry has a special place in my heart. I wrote a lot of it. In fact, I would go so far as to say that my poetry is some of the worst, most angst-ridden crap ever to be put to pen.
But I don't read poetry anymore. I think I got my fair share of it.
Tina just finished taking a class in Victorian poetry. Foolishly, I agreed to read some of it to her one night when she was tired.
You know, I liked Tennyson a few years ago. It was good. It was even almost fresh. But re-reading it? Neither.
I wonder if I just dislike the entire genre? No more poetry for me?
Or am I just jealous of everyone else's mad sKilZ with sentences that defy the laws of gravity because I haven't been able to write poetry for years?
Current Mood: working
Current Music: "The Weather is Here (I Wish You Were Beautiful)", -JB
|Date:||March 18th, 2004 10:59 am (UTC)|| |
O to understand the workings of the mind
and its myriad paths and convolutions
as we ponder upon what was
and what may be
Seeing the poetic in the commonplace
awakens a new perspective
allowing expression of moments
and angst-filled feelings
capturing what is
in this now
and holding it
like a treasure
or a trash
Perhaps best to simply live the moment
and let it go
rather than desperately clutching
not to open the window
of the heart
|Date:||March 18th, 2004 01:48 pm (UTC)|| |
huzzah to that. although I think I have read worse teen-angst poetry when I worked for my highschool literary magazine. I love trying to write poetry, but I suck at it. I don't share much of what I write with anyone at all.
And I don't like a lot of victorian era poetry (esp. british) Although that vicious feminist side of me loves emily dickinson.
I say, with my fountain of wisdom, that "When the horse is dead, get off." I feel that way about many literary genres.
She left me
my heart is breaking
and I have nothing left
but my D&D figures...