Journal 6: Make it Your Own

An Alpha Poem:

Rules: each line, sentence, or word must start with the next letter of the alphabet in the standard order. The rules cannot be combined.

The Gods’ Choice

Almost every day it happened.
Beginning with the weather.
Clouds rolled overhead.
Darkness filled the sky, the world.
Everything seemed to slow down in anticipation.
Few enjoyed what was soon to come.
Gods would come down to the earth.
Heaven bored them.
Instead, they chose to mess with us.
Joking like we were pests.
Killing us sometimes for sport.
Lightning declared their presence.
Men and women would appear after each smoldering strike upon the ground.
None of them looked completely human.
Onyx-filled eyes lingered, scanning each of us.
Prepare to run, our mother would always whisper.
Quick, you had to be quick, but even then, they were faster.
Running was the best and worst option.
Suddenly, a pair of eyes landed on me.
Tingles of fear ran throughout my body.
Underneath my exterior, my soul was already flying away.
Viduus had chosen me.
Whatever happened next, I might not remember.
Xenophilia is what he was known for.
You wouldn’t know based on the myths.
Zelus couldn’t save me now.


Journal 5: Patchwork World

This is the world we wanted.
The paints of the sky and land,
Creating a masterpiece few, if any, can recreate.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns
into mountains or sea or sky.
The vastness of this world unattainable
Or broken. Broken by change.
Summer afternoons you look at me
Like I am the beauty of the sky itself.
But I killed for you.

Authors and Works used:
Gretel in Darkness by Louise Gluck
Dream Song 14 by John Berryman


Journal 4: Line it up!

1.
The Cows stand
under the trees in
the wet grass, lifting
their necks to pull the leaves
down. We slow the truck,
pull over to the
side of the road to watch them.
How graceful they look, how
unlike themselves. We get out
and lean
on the fence. The cows
don’t seem to notice we are there.

2.
The Cows stand under
the trees in the wet
grass, lifting their necks
to pull the leaves down.
We slow the truck, pull
over to the side
of the road to watch
them. How graceful they
look, how unlike them-
selves. We get out and
lean on the fence. The
cows don’t seem to no-
tice we are there.

3.
The Cows stand under
the trees in
the wet grass, lifting their necks to pull
the leaves down. We slow
the truck, pull over to
the side of the road to watch them. How graceful they look, how unlike themselves. We get out and lean on
the fence.
The cows don’t seem to notice we are there.

Analysis: In the first passage, I chose to separate the lines by the words I felt could create a visual impact to the story of the poem. Such as: ‘under’ in the second line is under the word ‘cows’, or placing ‘side’ at the start of the line to reference the side of the road like the side of the page. The second version I chose to make each line 5 syllables long to alter the pace of the story. The process worked well until the last line had only 4 syllables. I felt that doing this might help to create a better rhythm in the reading, depending on who was reading it. In the third edition, I focused on the word ‘the’ and made it a new line each time it showed up. Doing this showed how repetitive the word was, but also showed how often it was used until the descriptive last three lines.


Journal 3: Tornado

1.
The sky was darker than
Smoke from a fire. Swirling
Like cream in black coffee.

We were like sitting ducks
Waiting for something that
May or may not come, almost
Like awaiting a snowstorm.

But this was different,
Another kind of storm like another
Ice cream flavor.

Yet people kept moving as if
They were bees, buzzing like the phones
Vibrating in their hands and pockets,
Unaware of the danger that loomed overhead
Like the monster creeping up.

2.
The sky was as dark
as a blank TV screen, reflecting
nothing, as if that would be all
left behind. Nothing.

Our town, stuck like superglue
To the ground below, waiting,
Waiting as the clocked ticked on.
Second by second.

People continued moving though,
Like the looming storm was the
Background wallpaper on their
Cellphone screens. Ignoring the storm
Overhead like dust in the air.


Journal Two: Love in Different Ways

Here in the Barnes and Noble there is
The silence of reading minds,
Until I get lost in the adult romance aisle among mothers
Where love has similar effects as a dose of cocaine.
It’s a feeling like when a dog sees a treat,
And it wants to bury their bone in the ground for safekeeping.
Who knew this could be such a controversial topic?
I stayed up all night binge-watching it.
I want it to be a universal truth.
I wish everyone was able to be happy forever,
Like when an otter finds their perfect rock
Instead of veganic sprouted ancient maize flakes.
It’s been a hella long time
Since I’ve heard updates on new biopharmaceuticals,
Because cocaine doesn’t have the same effects as love.
Why do we even care?
The bikes are covered with cobwebs and dust,
My aunt doesn’t use them,
Being the couch potato she is.
I can’t stop thinking,
My head is a silent mess of thoughts:
Cake, bed, a friend.
Chris Evans would’t want
them to let go of their favorite stone.
Go on!


Journal One Words ~ Personal Universe

Taste: Iron, Coco, Peach, Mango, Strawberry, Grape, Blueberry, Acai, Airy, Sweet, Tart, Stale, Decadent, Fresh, Light

Touch: Platinum, Silver, Cold, Solid, Firm, Book, Antique, Vegetation, Fur, Sensation, Caress, Silk, Vinyl, Smooth, Glass

Smell: Clear, Cologne, Musk, Mint, Petrol, Spritz, Fresh, Breeze, Linen, Mountain, Snow, Leaves, Burn, Bookstore, Perfume

Hearing: Birdsong, Trill, Aria, Robin, Hymn, Artist, Bard, Words, Lyrics, Tapping, Ambiance, Tune, Minor, Major, Treble

Sight: Sky, Blue, Pastel, Willow, Smile, Laugh, Colours, Violet, Reflection, Clear, Opaque, Iridescence, Glimmer, Moonbeam, Grass

Action/Motion: Writing, Motion, Rolling, Running, Jumping, Flying, Soaring, Cooking, Laughing, Painting

Abstractions: Hope, Peace, Love

Anything Else: Antarctica, Pluto, Corgi,  Eclectic,  Believe, Galaxy, Supernova




css.php