Okay, so first thing is first. I know I promised I would try to post EVERY Wednesday, and I failed last week.
My excuse? I no longer have Wednesdays off. I won’t go into detail, but that’s the gist of it.
Anyways, I will still try to post at least once a week. = )
So. My school books FINALLY came in yesterday, and I couldn’t wait to dive in. One book that caught my eye was “101 Great American Poems” published by The American Poetry & Literacy Project. I am already about 16-20 weeks ahead!
When looking at my lesson plan for the year, I realized that they only had me reading 1-2 poems A WEEK! I told my mom “Um, how bout I go through the whole book in one day and do the tests tomorrow?” haha I REALLY like my Literature stuff. So far, my Fav’s would have to be Emily Dickinson’s “If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking”, “My Life Closed Twice Before Its Close”, “There Is No Frigate Like A Book”, and “This Is My Letter To The World”.
After that would be Walt Whitman’s “O Captain! My Captain!”, followed closely by Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven”.
Work was very slow today, so I was able to read a lot. Which was awesome. I also wrote a poem last night, before reading these. I thought it came out pretty well. I typically write more Free Form type poems, somewhat like Walt Whitman. But This year I really want to experiment more with the traditional form of poetry, where you can easily find the ryhme and rythem in them. This was my first attempt.
Its happening again,
I’m so sick of this trend,
Where nothing else remains,
Just me, God and my pain.
The weather, dark and stormy
Reflects my heart so full of fury,
Why is it always me?
But could it be?
Could God bring good of this maybe?
I’ve built a shell,
A shell to keep me well,
A shell to hide the pain,
A shell to make me look free again.
I’ve built a mask,
Now quite a task,
To hide my feelings,
As though sealing
Up my thoughts at last,
into my mask that’s holding fast.
I’ve built a wall,
A wall so tall,
To keep all out,
And my heart from traveling ‘bout.
But these objects I have built,
to hide away my wilt,
have become to me a prison cell,
always making me look well.
And now they finally crack,
The will to hold them up I lack,
But then the unthinkable occurs,
Someone makes me lift my anchor,
And suddenly I’m out at sea,
The place I’d always been but never wanted to be.
I struggle through the gale,
But on my own strength what can I do but fail?
I need a hand, a sturdy hand,
To pull me, help me back to land,
I need a hand to wipe my tears,
Someone to calm my fears.
Maybe someday I will find rest,
Fellowship with friends is best,
But there is one thing even greater,
One being who is always braver.
This one man,
Who carried out our father’s plan,
Has saved us all,
Once and for all,
And through His gruesome death,
His ragged, broken, final breath,
I know I always will find rest,
Even through every test,
If I hide within the shadow of his wings,
And let Him hold all my heartstrings.
That’s all I got for today! Check my all new “Poem Page” for some of my favorite poems, written by both me and others. It is still a work in progress, so watch for updates!
I will also be trying to post more on my horse’s blog at http://www.ahorsenamedmoose.wordpress.com over the next couple months.
Till next time,