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A brief poem

 

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Yesterday’s tomorrows
are no longer today.
It’s time to set forth
and move on to the unknown.

-KB

 

I have a lot to post about (graduation! The Great Gatsby! moving!) but right now my energy has to focus on packing up my apartment and moving home by Friday at 5. It’s supposed to be raining tomorrow and Friday so I’m crossing my fingers and toes that the rain holds out until I’ve relocated my life back home.

 

I’m both excited and saddened to be leaving the life I’ve grown accustomed to over the past 5 years. It’s both calming and terrifying to be leaving this chapter of my life and catapulting into the unknown.

 

I guess I’d better go back to packing up my life. I promise I’ll update GingerSass so much this summer you’ll be sick of me! :)

Springtime Sestina

DSC03031Bryant Park, NYC, 5/3/2013

 

Springtime Sestina
-KB, 5/8/2013

I awaken to an unbearable itch.
My eyes are swollen, filled with water.
I ponder if I am sick or with fever,
and I long for a box of tissues,
as I open my blinds to greet the sun
on this glorious day of Spring.

Somehow I always forget about the evils of Spring,
and how it brings forth a constant itch.
I instead focus on the beauty of the sun,
as my eyes constantly water,
and I become a stock-holder in tissues,
all to spite– and enjoy– my Spring fever.

When did I come to possess such a fever?
It certainly wasn’t at the mention of Spring
or the fortieth trip to the supermarket for a box of tissues
or the ego-induced exchange of words over whose throat had a worse itch
or the desperate splashing of eyes with cool water
or the blistering burn caused by the sun.

It’s deceivingly beautiful, the sun.
It turns the world round, gives its inhabitants a delirious fever
that is only healed by the cool, clear water
of an April rain, or perhaps a fresh spring
surrounded by flora that gives you a natural itch
to explore nature’s beauty and cry tears of joy into your tissues.

But what makes up the layers of my flesh’s tissue–
burnt a crimson red from the Springtime sun–
sensitive to the most miniscule of nature-induced itches…
What causes my haze-filled fever?
It is the lethal season of Spring
that makes me want to hide beneath the surface of the pollen-free water.

Yet, I break free from the water,
soaring past the surface, leaving bruises on my alabaster skin’s tissue,
as I try to forget the harsh Winter in hopes of a freeing Spring.
I imagine myself dancing beneath the sun,
forgetting, just momentarily, my hay fever,
as promises of sunshine and new life mask the itches.

So, for this, I smile at the sun,
grateful for my Spring fever,
and ready for a remedy for this seasonal itch.

The end of National Poetry Month 2013

I’ve been participating in National Poetry Month for the first time sine my freshman year of college, and I have to say it was refreshing. Yesterday, April 30th, was not only the final day of NaPoMo and the PAD Challenge, but it was the one year anniversary since I last stepped foot into a poetry classroom as a student. I took one poetry class a semester during my undergrad, which came out to be 21 credits with the same professor. Poetry was my therapy through my college years, and I never would have discovered my love for writing if I hadn’t accidentally been placed in an Intro to Creative Writing course the first semester of my freshman year.

Since my last poetry class a year ago, I’ve neglected my poetic writing, only occasionally writing for poetry readings I’ve been invited to perform at. It’s really easy to neglect your first writing love when you have a blog and social media taking up so much of your life. Writing a poem a day during the month of April was a bit stressful, yet relaxing, all at once. While I wrote way more haikus than I ever have before, it still felt good to be writing poetry. On the days where I wrote more difficult poetry forms, I felt alive. It felt so good to be writing each and every day, and to be challenging myself.

So, I’ve decided to try to incorporate my first love of poetry into my blog. I’ll be implementing “Poetry Wednesdays” because, apparently, Wednesday is the day of the week I blog the least on.

Thank you for joining me on this PAD Challenge.

Here are all the poems I wrote over the past month:

4/1/2013 - an arrival poem

4/2/2013 - bright poem, dark poem

4/3/2013 - a tentative poem

4/4/2013 - Hold that (_______) poem

4/5/2013 - a “plus” poem

4/6/2013 - a “post” poem

4/7/2013 - a sevenling poem

4/8/2013 - instructional poem

4/9/2013 - hunter/ hunted poem

4/10/2013 - a suffering poem

4/11/2013 - in case of (blank) poem

4/12/2013 - a broke poem

4/13/2013 - a comparison poem

4/14/2013 - a limerick on writing sonnets

4/15/2013 - an infested poem

4/16/2013 - an im/possible poem

4/17/2013 - express poem

4/18/2013 - an “I Am….” poem

4/19/2013 - burn poem

4/20/2013 - a “beyond” poem

4/21/2013 - a serenyu

4/22/2013- a complex poem (villanelle)

4/23/2013- a love poem or an anti-love poem

4/24/2013an “auto” poem

4/25/2013“Everyone (blank)”

4/26/2013- a cast poem

4/27/2013a mechanical poem (substituted mechanical for recipe)

4/28/2013- a shadorma poem

4/29/2013- take the line of a previous PAD poem & use it as the title

4/30/2013- a finished or unfinished poem

PAD Challenge, Day 30

4/30/2013- a finished or unfinished poem

“Education lap”
-KB

I actually wrote
Changing and saving lives
is what motivates me
to be the best educator that I can be
on my final teaching philosophy
because I believe it to be true.
But nobody ever talks about
how your biggest motivation
to pursue the most worthwhile of dreams
disappears into the 3am sky
when you’ve been writing
philosophies,
professional development plans,
and unit plans
for non-existent students
for hours upon end
and the finish line
is within your sight
if you can just find some way
to stop time
momentarily
so you can battle the procrastination
standing between you
and a triumphant victory.
The race has only just begun.

PAD Challenge, Day 29

4/29/13- take a line of a previous PAD Challenge poem and go with it

“Into the Statue of Liberty’s torch”
-KB

Sometimes I imagine
what life would be like
if I had decided to leave home
apply and go to NYU
lead a life of sophistication
become what I dared
to dream of becoming
instead of pursuing the path
of safety
and defining my own dreams
and discovering new destinies
within my reach.
Nonetheless,
I still have the potential
to leap–
no, soar–
into the stars,
nestled into the city skyline
amongst the flames of
Lady Liberty’s torch.