Writing on Wednesdays: A Novice in Poetry

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For my creative writing class, I find myself embarking on a journey into the massive and terrifying depths of poetry. Beware, esteemed readers, that my poetry here is…I’m not sure whether there is a name for it. Novice? Senseless? Creepy? Either way, I admire you for stopping to take a closer look at it.  Prose is most definitely my strong suit compared to poetry.

This poem is part of a response to a chapter entitled “Lying to Tell the Truth” from Susan Wooldridge’s Poemcrazy, the poetry book we are using in class. The chapter encourages the poet to seek after exaggerations, to “lie” in order to convey emotional truth. Remember: I do not post these to receive professional criticism or anything; I have a pretty hard Writing teacher for that. Besides that, any thoughts, questions, comments, etc are welcomed! P.S. the formatting isn’t entirely correct on the blog compared to my Word document.

A tame savage,

I beat upon my chest

Frantic rhythms of hushed distress

As peaceful as a silent scream

As tormented as a sleeping infant.

I beat upon the walls of my skin

A lonely litany of turmoil within.

My heart.

My heart beats.

My heartbeats

Inside my chest,

Inside my skin—

They respond.

They remind.

I am

Alive.

tame.

savage.

peaceful.

tormented.

Alive.

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