Talking Big Issues - On Demand

Creative Writing Workshop

What follows are the poems I've written this semester in my first university Creative Writing Workshop. Revisions follow each original - some are on the right with a blue background.

Life is all about choices

The Choice (Subtext/Controlling Metaphor)

Work. School. Play.

All there is to do today

Read. Write. Read

build upon a seed

Think, take photos, Reason

There is no better season

Come here, go there

home is – where?

No need to stare; care if you dare


Read. Write. Read

To where does it lead?

Upstairs Downstairs is the choice

Ensure – a solid voice

Cook. Wash. Clean

of the house a queen

inside out, Just be fair

No need to take a – chair

a loving pair is oh so rare

The Choice - Revised

Work. School. Play.

All there is to do today.

Read. Write. Read.

build upon a seed.

Think, swim, Reason.

There is no better season.

Come here, go there.

home is – where?

No need to stare; care if you dare.


Read. Write. Read.

To where does it lead?

Upstairs Downstairs is the choice.

Ensure – a solid voice?

Cook. Wash. Clean.

of the house a queen.

inside out, Just be fair.

No need to take a – chair?

a loving pair is oh so rare.


Cook. Wash. Clean.

Someone please explain, the scene.

Up or down, up or Down.

No more wearing – a frown.

Think. Reason. Read. Write.

Nothing left, to incite.

A new life beyond compare

As always, yet, always aware.

Inclinations impress. Memories beware.

The Inspirational Museum Piece

Fireside (Imagery)

Who lives there without furniture

no color on the walls or dinosaurs in the hall

no clutter, no blooms; no heaven above or Hell below

Open wide like teeth gnawing inside

turn the page, Look the same


How many branches, how many rooms

vacant, lonely – each day resumes

leaves reveal within the light

Belief that falters like a filter

turn the page, Look the same


When was the silence ordered

confined on its spine

follow the lines of idle space

Echoes within like touch deprived of trace

turn the page, Look the same


What says the carpenter

neat and tidy; lacking ivy

without sun, without rain

Eyes reach forward like innocent torture

turn the page, Look the same


Where to sleep, where to keep

not a thing installed

not a moment left for sprawl

Repeat the lies like a compromise

turn the page, Look the same?

Fireside....

Inspired by: Your House, Olafur Eliasson, 2006


Who could possibly live here – Without furniture;

no color on the walls or dinosaurs in the hall,

no clutter, no blooms; no heaven above or Hell below.

Open wide like teeth – clawing inside;

turn the page – Look the same.


How many branches, how many rooms

vacant stairs – each day resumes;

leaves reveal within the light

Belief that falters like a plight.

turn the page – Look the same.


When was the silence ordered,

following lines of idle space;

confined on its spine.

Echoes within like touch deprived of trace;

turn the page – Look the same.


What says the carpenter,

neat and tidy; lacking ivy

without sun, without rain. Everything is so plain.

Looking back tastes like innocent torture;

turn the page – Look the same.


Where to sleep, where to keep;

not a thing installed,

not a moment left for sprawl.

Repeat the lies, so much like a compromise;

turn the page – Look the same?

Touché (Lyric poem)

Why is it always you? Always, always, all about you.

Never stop to think, stop to care, think or dare.

Mouth opens, door screams. Take away my dreams.

Little sister you might be – but never to me.

Take the pain, take the rain – take it away in chains.

Forever in my heart, forever in my sight.


Will you, now, will you please

Listen to the snow grow, the sun’s visit upon your face, the rain

As it softens the sky.


Will you, now, will you please

Watch the birds sing their tune, the bees fly into night, the crocodile

As it skids through the grass.


Can you, now, can you please

Smell the words you say to me, the thoughts inside your head, the wars

As they settle beneath your skin.


Why is it always me? Always, always, all about me.

Never more than kind, ungrateful, unwelcome.

Fingers divide, echoes unite. Misty mornings slam into fantasy.

Mother, daughter, sister - one is all, all are one.

Deliver the best, expect the test - present a mounted crest.

Eternity lingers, eternity cinders.


Can you, now, can you please

Caress the sighs along your eyes, the shouts within your soul, the whispers

As they slip between your dreams.


Will you, now, will you please

Taste the center of the universe, the tears that melt upon an image, the hollow sting of Jupiter

As it swishes through your stage.


One minute. One hour. One moment. Forever in your heart, forever in your sight.

Eternity (Touché revised)

Always, always. All about you.

But, you say, all about me.

Can you, now, can you please

Deliver the best

Expect the test – present a mounted crest.

Fingers divide, echoes unite.

Growing snow covers grass, and

Hollow stings melt upon an image as

If the wars settle beneath your skin.

Jupiter swishes through your stage.

Keep the pain, keep the rain, or take it away in chains.

Little sister you might be – but never to me.

Mouth opens, door screams. Take away my dreams.

Never stop to care, think or dare.

One minute. One hour. One moment.

Please, now, can you

Quit

Reading the birds as they sing their tune,

Softening the sky as the crocodile skids through the grass.

Thoughts, inside my head

Upon your face

Verify misty mornings – or fantasy.

Will you, now, will you please

‘Xtend apologies, to accept

Youthful

Zeal, from within the heart, and within our sight.

The Job of a Poet (revised)

It is so small

yet simple

deep and delicate

maybe

Brutal enough to cut

Strength sufficient to support.

The Job of a Poet (Ars Poetica)

The job of a poet is never done until it is begun.

Thoughts and feelings, hidden beneath desire.

Understanding disposition – to acquire.

Seeing beneath two rocks, calling out the name of the one in red.

Seeking, finding – representing in dread.

Dreams and wishes. All are fishes.


Language.

Pure and simple, plain or tall.

Something small inside us all.

The winds of Jupiter

Knocking down walls. Tales, together spun.

Fragments. Compassionate or malicious.


Expression, experience. Take the time.

Sing it alone, or climb upon a dime.

Swim in the field, sunflower or daisy

Strike a match where there is none.

Maybe take a daily gravy.

Or release the moonlight – one by one.

Tomorrow's Freedom (revised)

Watch the night crumble

listening to air – silent, exhausted, indignant.

Do not fail to overlook, waiting – another hour.

Measure again, the distance home. Proceed

along the wall, control, manipulate.

Take once more what once was mine.

Look back to find – determine all, and erase.

Tomorrow's Freedom

After the previous generation

a name, a face, please try to remember.

Extend a hand, an arm, something else for

anyone to touch. Impress upon the

sky, a dream, a hope – determination.

Try to see above, beyond, behind. Watch

the night as it crumbles, respectfully

listening to the air as if it were

silent, exhausted, in antiquity.


Before the next initiation, take

results and cause another. Do not fail

to overlook, waiting, another hour.

Measure again the distance home. Proceed

along the wall, control, manipulate.

Influence, take once more what once was mine.

Do not regret. Look back to find – erase.

Heartache to sorrow and back again. Love

determines all – without deserves relief.


Reduce the pain, relive the anguish. Forgive

oppression, improve tomorrow’s freedom.

Let me know which poem you liked best!

Which poem did you like best?

  • The Choice
  • The Choice - revised
  • Fireside
  • Fireside... - revised
  • Touche
  • Eternity - Touche revised
  • The Job of a Poet
  • The Job of a Poet - revised
  • Tomorrow's Freedom
  • Tomorrow's Freedom - revised
  • From A to Z
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    Ready or not was how I felt when I returned to school, after a very long absence, and submitted this piece for grading. Turned out well.



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