Spring(ish) cleaning. Sort of. Maybe. (poetry tidbits)

Every time I try to deep clean my room and go through things, organize, weed things out, etc., I inevitably end up looking through old stuff and reminiscing. It's ridiculous.
Anywho.
This time I ended up looking through my old portfolio from a creative writing class I took a few years ago. For much of the semester we focused on poetry. Though I like poetry, I generally don't write it unless I'm being silly (fan of the dirty limerick and parody song lyric, I).
For the most part, it just is what it is, what I remember writing, and I laugh to myself about it and move on.
But going through some of them, I come across these lines that I forgot I wrote, and I sort of love them a little, in all their cheesy glory. And I thought I'd share them with you. Laugh if you want, but I had fun.

Random lines from various pieces:

"One year to forget how everything stays the same / even when everything changes."


"We saw a small chance and grabbed it.
Now we live in a delusion,
indifference barely buried;
We fake this love out of habit."


"It's her jutting bones that get me, though,
pulling her skin taut like
canvas, like
heartbreak, like
the end of a story that should have gone on."


"So like a prim Victorian she'll
bottle it up
the panicky breathless souldeadening hush of her life
pack it tight into a bottle
and let you squeeze until it breaks and just hope
it cuts you worse."


These next two were inspired by Edna St. Vincent Millay, whom I did my project on; they are supposed to mimic her tone and/or style:


"April does not fool me with her easy ways.
Three new daffodils in as many days
Have tipped their mocking bright faces at me..."


"She would not hear me if she woke
So to her ear I crept;
Hesitatingly, I spoke,
And in her dreams she wept."
-- part of a poetic retelling of Hans Christian Anderson's The Rose Elf. I really think I would like to rework this story into a full-length something. It's so disturbing.



This is part of my response to Marvell's To His Coy Mistress

Trust me when I say it's real
That had we the entire world --
Were you the last boy, I the last girl --
Had you command of the world's riches --
And more amply fill'd your britches --
Spouted only sonnets sweet --
Provided me with every treat --
The truth is you're an odious boy;
I despise you, yet you think me coy.




Lastly, we had to write a love poem (cringe) that was in some way non-traditional (absolutely NO 'love from above' bs), and we had just done haiku*. So I made my love poem a string of haiku centering around a fire. The last haiku in the bunch is my favorite (perhaps my favorite bit of poem I wrote the whole time).
This, my friends, is my love poem.

All destroying fire
Souls' burning endless searching
You're fuel for my flame

Heat untamed, branding
Tender tinder enkindled
Seared in passion's blaze

Scorched, razed to cinders
A hand in flame will blister
Full-bodied, I burn

Entire forest fires
Kindled from this flame of mine
Indiscriminate

Uncontained it flares
Licking at eyes, mouths, hands, hips
This conflagration

Dying to ashes
Embers and bed-sheets cold
Burned too hot, too quick

This -- a burned-out shell
A smoke-blackened carapace;
Fire-swept emptiness

--- Think what you want of the poem as a whole, I don't care; that last haiku is too fun.


Alright, that's all for me from my random poetry bits. Hope you had a good laugh. Maybe next time I'll share a few more of the odder/funner bits.
If you have any of your own you'd like to share, please do. I love random bits.

*Too fun, haiku. Love writing them.