For my creative writing class, I have to write a few poems. I thought I’d share a couple of them here.
Inspiration comes from the funniest places.
It strikes in the moment two old army veterans nod and shake wrinkled hands;
When sunlight glints off the rim of a person’s glasses for a millisecond;
When fanning out an umbrella, and thinking how it looks like a squid;
When a song plays that you’ve heard a million times,
But for a brief pause a fantastic picture hangs in your mind.
It sneaks into your brain, almost noticed;
It whispers wonderful things, things
Only you are allowed to fathom. It speaks of
Sparkling snow in the afternoon sun: A child’s
Giddy, shrieking laugh: A rainforest’s
Multicolored patchwork of flora.
It speaks of a mother weeping in her home, alone.
Of a pair of hands tying a noose and then never moving again.
Of a plane crashing into a building during a little boy’s 7th birthday. Inspiration finds us when we need it,
But usually not in the way we expect.
It distracts us as we drive home from work;
It strangles us as we fight the demons in our minds;
It keeps us awake when all we long for is blissful sleep–
It forges us into better,
More patient,
More loving,
More understanding people.
Inspiration comes from the funniest places.
Yes, I know, free form poetry–no real talent behind it, just press space a lot. Well the next one is patterned after a certain quote from V for Vendetta. If you haven’t seen this movie, or at least listened to the quote I’m referencing, I urge you to do so.
Rendition of Reason
Rationalization of restrictionism
revivifies revolutionary regents,
restrengthening the righteousness that
ritualistically we revere. When in such
rhythmizations of reconsecration,
reinoculations of the retrospective
revolutionary republication
which we as rationalizing rhetoricians
recognize to be recriminating
against the remorselessness of a
reconditioned retrogression. This
resurrection of regenerative redistribution
brings renunciation to the recalcitrant reductionism
in a relativistic way.
I really wasn’t sure where I was going with this poem–I just thought it sounded nice. If I were to interpret it, I might say it was about the government and how the adolescents in our country–and even some of the middle-aged generations–are not taught about our government as thoroughly as they should be taught, and if they were to be taught, then most of the “recalcitrant reductionism” of subjects such as this would be halted.
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