poetry for beginners.
So with the start of a new term I've become incredibly busy....just kidding I'm only taking 6 credits, so in fact I'm just lazy and haven't gotten around to blogging. Anyways after dropping my Conversational Spanish class on the basis that I was the ONLY non-returned missionary taking it, I decided to sign up for a Creative Writing course. I thought we'd be writing short stories, but to my surprise we're being forced to try our hand at poetry. I've actually found it to be sorta therapeutic and soothing; helping me to organize my thoughts. And being in a moment of relaxed judgment I've decided to share with you a poem I wrote. like it or not, here it is.......
I am swaying in the wind with absolutely no real direction.
I let the breeze bow me back forth. I don’t have a mind of my own.
I am used to the nudging and gentle prodding of my surroundings.
I easily bend to the quiet whisperings of the midday draft.
My roots aren’t deep. I don’t think I’ll be here for long.
I’m not quite sure.
My neighbors fly away with the tender breath.
They reach towards the sky, the stars, the sun.
I cower in the shadow.
I cling to the familiar.
I am plucked by my stem
Forcefully blown into submission.
My seeds scatter
And I am lost to the sky.