weekly response

ok so I didn't do the reading this week because I signed up for a writing class and not a reading class. To be honest I think that the reading have nothing much to do with my creative writing, I don't need 20 examples every week doing these readings are not helping me write any. I do not need any busy work as being a full time student and working part time is keeping me busy enough. They are not that interesting and drag on I have no points about the reading to bring to class and think that a literature class is where all this reading belongs. So yea this annoying me to the fullest I just want to write more than I read for this class. so if you read this I will probably know although I am not sure that you ever read these. I guess I will find out so guess that is good.

poems

Anxiety

Oh you can not do this
It will be too much for you
You can just stay here

And now the sky is baby blue
the clouds a puffy and white
The wind pushes wave across the lake
the trees are all different colors
the water shoots up, stands independent
It did what others said it couldn't do

It believed in itself
It flew away into the air
but in the end it always
fall back down to the pond
it shoot for the stars followed the dreams
but on the end it got nowhere but the lake

so what will happen to me
I shoot for the stars following a dream
but will I end up back home
Where everyone said I would end up
All I want to do is be that butterfly
that flew toward the sky and made it
but will I end up being the water

that's what the people say
you can't make it, it will not happen
but the voices in my head say
you can do it beat the odds
go for it be fearless
so what will happen to me???










excitement

I am here now! I can feel it
the blood in my veins rushing like the waves
my eyes throbbing from the goodbyes
the smile on my face unable to disappear
my lungs taking in the fresh air
for a fresh start, a beginning
I did this it is part of me
like the knife in my heart
my hands are trembling like leaves shaken by the wind
my legs are weak ready to give out
but I stand here strong, ready

notes about "City Eclogue"

In reading the book I found the spacing very odd in a way It made the poems hard to follow one line to the next. I also found that the poems seem to be very dark and ugly in nature, that Ed Roberson view the city as a very negative and depressing place. Most of the poems seem to do with the number of buildings and the lack of nature in the larger cities. Roberson also uses a lot of imagary and metaphors turning the cities in to trash dump and the people who lived there were in a prison and could not escape.