dpr - i'll post this poem i wrote in my English class a couple of weeks ago. I won't go in for false modesty - this is one of my better ones, and i quite like it. The theme we had to write to was "a room where an important event in your life happened" My room was the hospital room where i saw my grandmother die:
A room, perhaps. Chance
To remember a room
On days when the sun shines, perhaps, not so brightly.
Clearly, this one prevalent
Amidst thousands of thresholds
I have traversed.
Each with their own
Faces, or distinct hum of voices.
- Or not, perhaps.
And many a door yet lay before me.
But none as revelatory.
I stepped into that room in the deep of December
- And dark it appeared. Why
The dark translucent, pearlescent,
Reminiscent fog of gloom?
- And how heavily the fog hung over this room!
What was unfamiliar, yet etched in me?
What i knew not, yet knew,
Yet yearned to forgo?
But now, with the years, the fog has cleared.
I know now what transcendence lay before me, in that room.
Rooms, and doors.
Faces, and voices. Lay before me
A lifetime of both, but
To that room, again, i shall return every year
In the bitter-dark deep of December, and drear.
- The thing i don't like about my poetry is that it's too self-indulgent, too much old fashioned language, but it's just a habit i've fallen into over the years. I like Shakespeare, Byron, Keats, and Shelley (check the signature), among others. But i don't really like modern poets - so i write sort of old-sounding poetry.
Btw, the music on your myspace is really good - i liked "Serve yer term", that was exceptional. You should record an album, or something - you're really good!
