Poetry

The Scottish Bard

I LOVE POETRY. Shakespeare's iambic pentameter is a personal favorite. 

Rumi gives me chills. 

Robert Burns makes me smile and think of my trip to Scotland. 

Whitman can make me cry. 

Poe inspires me to write.

But.

I'm taking this Creative Writing class, and I took it to become a better writer. Which in some lessons, I have become a better writer.

But.

I also feel it has been the most stressful, painful and exhausting way to "learn". 

I like my teacher. On a personal level. 

But.

I have a hard time learning from him (as does most of the class). The class has been a nightmare.

Especially the poetry unit. 

I don't feel like I'm expressing who I truly am, what I can with free verse, slam, being ME. 

So.

The only type of poetry I feel I can do ANY good with, is FOUND POETRY. 

Below is my piece. 

Let me know what you think.

“Hello I’m Art”

Saffron and scarlet

Brighten a performance

An elegant indigenous dance

A people weary of war.

Youthful spirits

During a spring festival

An invocation for bountiful fishing

Good times roll.

Cheerleaders for men

In a dragon boat race

Straw garlands, a zest

For life.

Just be left in peace.

(National Geographic, June 1997, pg. 88-105 “Okinawa”)

P.S. I think I will stick to reading poetry, and writing for me...