Recently, I read an article by fellow Eastern Universtiy Odyssey writer, Gracie Mandel, entitled Home: A Poem a Day Challange, and was inspired. The title peaked my interest, and the rest of the short article accompanied by her poem sold me on the idea. What would it be like to write a poem a day? I am a writing major after all, shouldn't I be doing some writing? Putting practice to my trade would be the best way to improve it, so what would I have to lose? Absolutely nothing but some time.
So, I have decided to attempt this endeavor. I want to write a poem each day. I want to broaden my writing horizons and play with words once daily. Now, about a week into this revelation and choice, I have failed to do so about three out of seven days. But, with starting a new semester, I can say that I honestly expected that from myself. And this is not to say I failed to write on any of those days; it is just that I failed to write a finished poem. I failed to the song for a dancing thought in my mind. So, I have a couple rough drafts, some half- finished stanzas, and probably three good poems. One of which, I would like to share with you all:
Youth
Children,
How distracting they can be.
Distracting,
From evil, from the black black sea.
Distracting,
From the hurry, from the bustle of the city.
Children,
How interesting they are.
Interesting,
In their walks, in their staring at stars.
Interesting,
In their talks, in their optimistic, high bars.
Children
How aged they become.
Aged,
So quickly they grow, so quickly they run.
Aged,
So quickly they learn, so quickly they turn humdrum.
Adults,
So droll we are.
Droll,
With our black sea, with the bustle of our city.
Droll,
As we stare at stars, without optimistic, high bars.
Droll,
Lacking any run, we turn out to be old humdrums.
Let's see where this goes.
I will continue on this English endeavor and try to finish a poem a day. Not a fragment, not two stanzas, but a whole poem that I can be proud of. At the end of the month, I'll let you know how it goes.
