Saturday, February 7, 2015

Evening

I wanted to write a cool little article about doing hard things and pushing yourself, etc., for this post, but I can't really focus.

For my creative writing class last week, we had to write a poem in iambic pentameter. It was hard. I hated it at first. Then I really liked it. Here it is.




Imagine life without a moon or stars
to guide the dark from dazzling day on home.
The air as still as lilac buds, asleep.
A cricket chirps, another sings and joins
the symphony, the music of the night.
This breathless eternity waits for me.
I taste the wind, the sound, the song, and then
a gradual explosion, diamonds break
across the canvas of the unknown worlds.
I dare not blink for fear to miss the scene.