salienne

...which is probably good, because apparently, I'm going to be an old cat woman when I grow up.

Here is the poem I just wrote (it had to be a lyric poem that was "as light as possible"--bleh) as proof:

A Love Story in Five Parts

The night they met, the moon was high,
it grinned in silver-white.
She shuddered there, no purse, alone—
Did he give her a fright!

At first she thought he held a knife—
pale knuckles and a leer.
He wasn’t drunk, he hastened add.
She lived not far from here.

He walked her home, dipped her his head,
his hat tight black and thin.
She made a point from that point on—
street corner, midnight, him.

Some Mondays passed, like dust in wind
then Sundays, gas fumes, snow—
the moon, it laughed from high again
when next they met alone.

They went out dancing long that night
their hips like wings in sway—
he bedded her that night as well,
he swore to her he’d stay.

Well we all know how these things go—
the rise and then the fall,
their time like clouds, her lips, his sigh,
now cracking as it crawls.

My latest IFP (introduction to fiction and poetry) poem. How obsessed am I, right?

Of Hamlet and Ophelia

Upon that first day he found her singing
Not a proper practice
Not for one of her standing.
For weeks he watched her,
She flitted through vision
Till he wrote fair scriptures
For one of her standing.

From school he would send her
Words and dried flowers—
The most beautified Ophelia
And violets, some pansies.
She would smile and sing then,
Press them to breast.
Then he came a’calling—
To him gave the rest.

But then father did find her,
Then brother was gone
Then lover
Then father—
Farewell Valentyne.

Whence willow she came
Whence willow she fell
Adieu, fair Ophelia,
In murm’ring she dwells.



Random, but about that last line--"in murm'ring she dwells" or "in murm'ring you dwell"? Any thoughts?

For creative writing class, we were told to take an image and follow it, to trust the imagery. We also had to get off of our trigging subject. I have now done that.

And I present to you, ladies and gentlement, the worst poem of my LIFE:
( Cut for extreme badness )

I hate poetry. If this were prose, I could write something relatively GOOD. But NOOOOOOOO. -_-"