College Poetry
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Distant Seas
“Distant Seas” Sonnet-Metrical Poetry Workshop 2002 It is a song that stirs her memories Of times she misses, hates doing without. She gave up all her dreams of distant seas When she knew that his life was full of doubt. She was a fool to love a man who flees From love. Too scared to commit, he got out. She’s now without him, but better some say. The mom’s babies will grow up with no dad. She tells them of her dreams—a better day. The kids know that things are not all that bad. Big sister watches brothers while they play. Their meal is beans again, they all feel sad.…
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Coward
“Coward” Iambic Pentameter-Metrical Poetry Workshop 2002 Her bright safe haven should be haunted but Warm sun breaks through the cold attic window And over her bruised face onto the stairs. Her best friend, though not real, once lived there with The ghosts and dreams she had not yet foreseen. No one knows she hides there—those steps of loss. The hurt is fresh with agony, anger. His cowardly grace keeps her awake nights. She cries and thinks he could not have hurt her. Not again, she thought she’d be happy then. Disclaimer: I loathe writing metrical poetry. I did the best I could, but wasn’t really happy with anything I wrote…
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Cancer and Five Old Clocks
“Cancer and Five Old Clocks” Rhythmic Stanzaic Poetry, Poetry Workshop 2002 I’d rather wash clothes, scrub a dirty floor, Than sit here waiting, looking out my door. To wait takes time that I may not reclaim. Waste whisks away with only one to blame. I sit and think. Not having time to die Does not ensure no pain. I want to lie, Be bored, regret, complain, and not be scared. I’ll ask God “Why?” Hell, how could He have dared? Cancer, I feel alone. I should not wait, Lying in bed while my loved ones create New stories to distract me from dying. I’d rather hear anything but crying. Instead…