I hate formula poetry, rhyme scheme, stanza length and what have you, sadly our most recent assignment was such. So I'm satisfied with this poem, but it's passable. The goal was for it to be a villenell, (for example "Do Not Go Gently Into that Good Night" is a classic of this form). Hope it's worth the time to read it. I'm not writing another one.

( Cardboard Memories and an Old Man’s House )

Getting things done makes me feel better. I did all my homework yesterday before getting on my computer (i.e. reading fic). And it was miserable weather, pouring cats and dogs as I went to the bank, library, post office, and QFC for bus tickets. Ha! I am productive even when streets are flooded.

And we started workshoping poems in Cr.Wr. yesterday, so I suddenly felt the need to rewrite a metaphor poem. Cricket was too short, and Blue to weird (?) so here's my new take. Guess on inspiration, and you're probably right, again.

( Lab Rat )

Also, if anyones thought of writing a SV/Secret Garden crossover, they should. I was listening to the soundtrack for the musical (still as beautiful as it ever was) and was like, hey! 'house on a hill, small towns, gardening, secrets, screwed up parents and children, hm. (the mother's even named Lily and I can re-imagine Lionel as Archibald, that's not a bad name fit...)' of course it's a little bumpy detail wise but the general scheme of things fits well enough. Someone who has time on their hand should write it. ^^

It's that time again. Today's poems owe themselves to fandom. Guess if you can see where they came from.

( A Real Boy )


( Stop. Click. 16:43 )

As usual, here's the CW entry. If you have an opinion tell me, based on comments and my own druthers (however they fall) I'll decide what I turn in tomorrow.

The assignment was to take a picture and write a poem for it.

( Sandy’s first bike ride 1963 )

( Dinner for the Radio Academy Coastguard, New Jersey 1943 )

( Smooth Religion )

( Knees and Boots )

Right, so it's that time of week again. Before I jump into weekend and homework time I'll post this weeks CW project and I'll take comments on which one I should turn in on Monday. Isn't this a fun tradition?

( Ode to a scream (because I've been watching that crisis core trailer way to much and Cloud's scream is so damned pretty/depressing/sad/awesome) )

( Mountains )

( Jemma )

( shrimp chowmein )

So I'm sad to be missing Meeting and Megan today, but I am sick, and if I don't talk/do things today there is at least a chance I'll still have my voice tomorrow. I'm now singing down with the tenors (which is my cue to shut the hell up and drink lots of tea and vitamin C). Anyways, yesterday I mentioned creative writing and so on the off chance that it will make someone elses day if I post, or I'll be able to look back on my first CW projects with pride, I'll stick them up here. First shall be poetry then I'll do another post for the two prose peices. Feedbacks great, but since I'm a lurker myself I don't expect it, still it's always nice to hear.

( poetry )