Found Poem

The best way to forget an alarming memory is to remember it first

Something happened?

Something happened.

He was not the only one who felt it

Our brains got too big

Not big enough to handle ourselves 

We got amused by cruelty and corruption

Not all problems lend themselves to tangible solutions 

Surrealism

The floor benight me jitters

The air screams

The doors are loud

My body is silent

My mind shouts

My eyes spins

My hands worry

My eyes are alone

My hands are shrinking

My heart is a volcano

My spirit is about to burst

The room is so small

About to be consumed by irrational bursts

A flood coming in slowly

A slow and constant drowning

A consumption

City sounds

bustling cars

fast paced feet

a symphony of sounds just on one street

A dog

A horn

A performance

It almost sounds like music

a tone a note and beat in every movement

close your eyes

let the sounds caress you

feel and hear it

the dark music of the city

Cubist Poem

It’s dark very dark dark

I shut my eyes my eyes are shut my eyes are shut they art

My mind can see I see with my mind my eyes are shut I can see

I see a house a house my mind lets me see

I see a family a house a family I see a house

I see sunshine sunshine shine I see a family a house i see sun

A summer's day it is a family a summer sun a house in the summer's day I see

A safe place to land to land a day a sun a house a family I see

I see blooming herbs herbs herbs blooming

I see fresh grass I see I see herb grass I see

I see birds and butterflies fresh grash birds above butterflies summer day I see

Everyone tries to keep up run the birds the sun

I see the house I see I see the house I see

I see the antiques sets antiques the house I see the family antiques

I see the prestin toys toys I see inside I see toys toys I see a family

I see the family again again again I see again

But then the scene to turns to black black black my eyes shut black i can't see

I see nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing I see nothing

For a time I see nothing

Until I see it all crumble crumble crumble house crumbles family crumbles i see

Until I see struggle struggle struggle struggle i see crumbles

Until I see disease struggle struggle disease crumbling disease i see disease

Until I see loss loss disease struggle disease isee

Could I have seen more more could i have seen my eyes shut I should have seen

The happy memories happy mermoinesI once had fill with me pity pity they fill they fill me

Now I feel sorrow sorrow I feel sorrow

I feel guilt guilt sorry guilt I feel

I feel confusion guilt guilty confusion

I feel anger confused guilt anger anger angry I feel

I feel regret my guilt regret regret I regret

I feel despair sorrow sorrow I feel sorrow despair

I feel misery

"The Image is the poet's pigment; the image is not an idea, it is a radiant node or cluster. A vortex through which, and from which, and into which ideas are constantly rushing. It is as true for painting and sculpture as it is poetry." -Ezra Pound

When honestly writing a poem, traditional use of stanzas and the correct way to seperate things doesn't cross my mind until the very last stages of the poem being written. The real struggle for me is getting my ideas down and expressing everything I feel. As an artist, it is sometimes be atypical so think in the constraints of something, but we always must it seems. To some degree. When I do get to the stage of organizing my writing it seems to always turn out to be helpful. As much as we are taught here to be imaginative, as creative as we can possibly be, we are also taught that clarity is key. To make things as clear as possible I tend to keep breaking up and creating stanzas as simple as possible. When a thought or idea is complete, so is this section of the poem.

List Poem

It’s dark

I shut my eyes

But my mind lets me see

I see a house

I see a family

I see sunshine

A summer's day

A safe place to land

I see blooming herbs

I see fresh grass

I see bird and butterflies

Everyone tries to keep up

I see the house

I see the antiques sets

I see the prestin toys

I see the family again

But then the scene to turns to black

I see nothing

For a time I see nothing

Until I see it all crumble

Until I see struggle

Until I see disease

Until I see loss

Could I have seen more

The happy memories I once had fill with pity

Now I feel sorrow

I feel guilt

I feel confusion

I feel anger

I feel regret

I feel despair

I feel misery

This is the result of the tunnel vision

Of a young child

1. Thunder

The rain sings

The Thunder applauds

And the lightning ignites the world's spirit

2.) City

Walking through a crowd

Yet no one can make a sound

3.) Car Ride

I sit still in a shaking seat

Moving so fast my eyes can't adjust

For the world moves so fast

Not a single could ever slow her down

4.) Moonlight

Look with your eyes upward

She is there every night

A bright light

A a glowing beacon

A force hidden beneath a velete sky

Realist

Everyday, we are far apart

Our lives diverging with roads stretching thin

Our paths changing like dandelions in the wind

How do I make it stop

Slow it down

Take me back to where the world felt wide enough for our hearts to beat

I want to hear your footsteps down the hall

And the smells of fresh foods seep through my door

Let me be in a house warmer than the orange light from the golden sun that shines through my blinds

The time passes

Unable to perceive how my memories have changed

Let me run

Let me dance

Let me leap back into your arms

My head was empty but my heart was full

We lived in an eternal season

Time forever frozen still

Snow Falls or sunbeams were all the same

I wait now

Wait for a time to come

Where my memories are tangible once again

Where your presence is seen and felt

The life we had humbles my heart

The fear

The pain

Can only be proof

Of the the eternal love that exists within me that spans eternity

Poems can take a form or image and render them into a feeling. Poetry can change hearts, refine minds, and inspire a greater imagination. Poetry can help you connect, connect with a feeling you may have never had for a person you never thought you could empathize with in  such a way. Poetry can help you find your beliefs and discover your personal view on humanity. Reading poetry allows anyone to see and feel a world that someone else habits, which in turn, can persuade and adjust the way you see the world in which you actually live in.

The most difficult part of writing a symbolist poem was creating a meaning and while also trying to simota maluly hide what that meaning was. Being able to tie together imagery and symbolism to bring forth the meaning of the poem is a task only great poets can truly handle. I struggled greeting while writing my symbolist poem. I am extremely amatuer when it comes to writing poetry and my inexpreinceness does nothing to aid this fact.

Meaning in Poerty

Meaning in poetry can be very salient. Though poetry is often thought to be one of the most strenuous forms of literature, its idvisuality is what makes it so exceptional. Because it is almost like poetry exists to be interpreted, it seems nearly impossible to create a poem that is absent of any form of meaning and purpose. I belie meaning is critical in any form of storytelling, therefore it must be critical in the art of poetry. Anyone writer or any person could effortlessly string alluring phrases and exquisite words together to form a unclear poetic sequence, but a great poet, use forms and devices to convey a message that can understood and taken away by any reader that comes across said poem.

When it comes to visual arts, meaning can be thought of in a very similar way. Any artist or any person could make a piece of work that is aesthetically pleasing to the eye, but a great artist or a master could create a work that is both that, and pleasing to the mind. Both writing and art are truly one in the same. They help the creator learn about themselves in the process, but they also help the audience learn a great deal as well. Is it important when creating, that you must forget that it will made for the entirety of the population. If you value sounding elegant and sophisticated over the content of the piece, the meaning will be lost.  

A took a seed

I planted it near

With a world in my hands

And a new light in my heart

I walked and found a garden

A neglected path with with an empty spirit

I sprout a hope that could brighten the darkest dark

To bring a life to heal the world

 My writing process usually starts with a slow-burning idea. I like to spend a majority of my time and energy in the earliest stages of writing, much like i do when creating art. If the foundation is weak, nothing else will be able to stand. If I could pinpoint exactly where my writing ideas come from I would, but unfortunately I am unable to know where the spark that lights the flame originates. I would say I am more in line with “writing on cue” while striving to write in an unflustered state where I can be the most equable. When I write, I try to write in a comfortable environment. In this case, it would be my own room. Being an introvert, the feeling of being alone gives me immense serenity. This kinda environment serves me the most purpose, knowing I the only thing my mind will fixate on is my writing. The hours the strongest writing is produced are the hours I find myself being the most productive. Those hours are usually the latest and last hours of my night after my mind is free from a full day of activities and responsibilities.

Assignment 1:

A gleaming glow swept the air.

Children of light, under the softest stars,

Smile with your lovely eyes!

See the enchantment,

Feel the magic,

For all the worlds splendor rests in your hands.

A golden place full of wonder is here for you,

A world only you can understand.