Works of Poetry-Difficult

In last week's two class periods we have discussed a lot about poetry and sonnet writing.  It is definitely more work and harder to be creative than I thought it was.  I'm a rational thinker and it's pretty hard for me to look "outside the box" for poetry ideas.  Re-reading some of the works within the Poetry Packet and the start of "City Eclogue", I've come to the realization that poetry can literally be about anything.  Any thought that is going through your head, any sight you see, noise you hear, anything.  And that each little thing can be connected somehow and easily connected in your writing.

Continuing with the Poetry Packet discussion this is what I have gotten out of Emily Dickinson's work. All four of her poems seem that they would not be connected.  Yet in fact, they all end with a hinting word of ending or death.  " Dissolves(374), Estimate--or end(375), Pyramids decay(376), Rustled away, between ourselves and the dead(377).  Learning and discussing Emily in class I change what I thought her poems were saying.  Instead of sounding depressed or sad, she seems to be heavily content with what she has done in her life.  That unlike other people in the world, she is okay with a quiet alone life.

One thing that really helped was the In-class assignment of the 20 line poetry exercise.  The poem I created from it is below: and bare with me, I'm extremely new to this whole "creative writing way of thinking."

"To Better Things"

A building that has no friend

The flowerpot held the depth of the ocean

Finding balances from within down the road

A foreign comfort is near

Charm and melody output is filled

Taken in, is to be taken back with leaving

A cold creamy sweet throughout to lick

Grazed upon the cold sweet bite

Dancing down the pier of Riley’s walk

Looking out there in somewhere standing still

The sheer cold of the unknown

Movements found by the marionettes

You have kept me in my dream tonight

Ad meliora!