poetry class

These are all poems that I wrote in a poetry class that I took in winter term '99. Our teacher had us try to write in different forms, and though I didn't do all of them (I have a horrible tendancy to forget to do things), I did do some. These are the result.

Perhaps it is nothing.
nothing, would be easier than trying,
And wanting, dreaming, hoping-
wandering Through life not knowing.
not daring to know, maybe.

i sift, sort, study, probe-
an archaeologist diging.
Reaching for what It is
i search for.

Carefully hidden meanings swarm,
not unlike bees, throughout.
even in this accumulation of words.
but is this what i search for.

Keratin.
too hard, too tough, like nails.
Much easier to be nothing, yes?
Concrete images to explain and explore.
what is there to explore and explain.

Constantly, consistently,
(similar to the Other-worldly pyramids)
there is just but one thought
Relentlessly occuring.
now forever entombed,
pharoh in the pyramid,
here.

May be there is something to explore,
but It doesn't matter.
the only Consideration is
but the one thought
constantly, consistently, relentlessly occuring.
its an incontrollable wind storm
throwing emotions about as if it were hair.
the thought, a Kite,
forever riding the wind,
never letting go.

Music

It is a refreshing summer breeze
cooling my anxiousness from my neck
which gathers at every worry.

It coaxes clouds in front of the
unbearable task which lies ahead,
shadowing my fears.

With it comes the sweet scent of
blossoming success and fame that
awaits me down the road.

Simple Pleasures

Green, green days. Sitting at
the lazy tables
under the clouds and sky
sipping at iced tea, unsweetened,
of course. Then the

Beach. A dark blue ocean
of peace; the waves
eating away at the shore,
and my troubles. Oh,
don't forget

The night sky filled with
silver points. The stars
positioned in familiar constellations,
in counterpoint to the
bright globe. All speaking to my soul.

Of 'The Accolade'

Sobbing, wanting, longing, loving--
this is all my soul will do.
thoughts and dreams haunt my nights

Now I stand in front of him,
my outstretched arm to knight this kneeling man.
instead he should be embracing me

Sobbing, wanting, longing, loving--
this is all my soul and mind can do.
I'm a lady attached to her lord

Do you ever wonder

How people can write music?
Why the planets are on the same plane?
How people can be so inconsiderate?

I do.

I wonder about life.
And sight. Touch. Sound.
I wonder what I'm going to do with myself.
I wonder if I can live alone or
if he likes me at all.

Why do I love?
I miss my friends. But not my family.
I wonder about that.
Do you ever hope and dream

That there are beautiful places
out in the universe?
That one day you will have the undying
love of another person?
For everyone else to be happy?
Of just wonderful things.

I do.

I hope one day I'll find peace
within myself.
I dream of traveling through space and
seeing amazing sights.
I hope my nightmares stop soon.
I dream of the best lives for my
friends; everyone eternally happy.