Poetry Schmoetry Blogfest

Today, Shelly Brown is hosting a blogfest.


There are lots of cool people participating and it's not too late to sign up. Just go to her blog or click the picture above. You can also find the list of other participants and the rules there.

I wanted to post a couple of poems today, so bear with me. It's kind of the evolution of poetry in my life, as you can probably tell after reading.

First: a high school poem.

ODE To a SMELL

What foul stench is this?

She cried in agony.

I cannot quite figure

Why this smell bothers me.

Why do I have to 

Smell this all day?

Why can't this taste in my mouth

Go away?

There must be some reason

Behind this foul smell.

If I knew what it was,

Maybe you, I could tell.

This smell is invading my thoughts

Like some toy.

I figured it out.

This smell belongs to a boy.

Here's an entry from early college:

Moonrise

Peeking gracefully

from her bed of day,

she casts silvery fingers

across a chariot of clouds.

One by one,

the stars

align themselves

as horses to draw her

across her shadowy realm.

Like a swan,

she spreads her wings of light

through the blue-black 

lake of the sky

and begins her 

solitary journey

through the night.

And here's my most recent offering:

Fog

Today,

the sky was not content

to stare longingly

down at the earth.

Instead,

he reached down

with lingering tendrils

to silently caress her face.  

Shrouded in his mystery,

she shivers until the sun

uncovers this tender moment,

erasing every trace

in a shining, sparkling explosion,

until only a memory is left.

And there you have it. There's tons of angsty teenage poetry that I could share, but really, who wants to read all that "love is awful", "I'm so lonely", "why don't I have friends" stuff any way? Except me. And I laugh a lot while I'm reading it.

So friends, do you have any poetry hiding around? What do you like (or maybe dislike) about poetry?