As we learned near the beginning of the creative writing class, trying to write free verse poetry is like playing tennis without a net. If you do not know what you are doing, everything can become crazy and disorganized very quickly. But, if you know what you are doing and remember the commandment about poetry, some good poems can be made. In my open poem, I tried to come up with a subject for a very very long time. I had no idea what to write about, so I just started to write. My first draft wasn't perfect but it was better than I had expected. I redrafted multiple times until I came up with...
Home Sweet Home Out in the working world mocking faces and judging frowns weigh me down like concrete balloons on my shoulders draining my mind of hope, substituting it with empty worthlessness, and chipping away at my ever standing yet meager defenses. But, at Home, worries of failure lose value in the ever familiar wind of calmness enveloping the place claimed as my own. The cruel world, who thrives off unforgiving people is nothing to Sacred Home, soother of the tormented soul. As I breathe in her lovely musty scent pacifying memories of what’s really important, entertaining birthdays, happy gatherings, and loving goodbyes, help me finally understand Home Sweet Home.
Home Sweet Home
Out in the working world
mocking faces and judging frowns
weigh me down
like concrete balloons on my shoulders
draining my mind of hope,
substituting it with
empty worthlessness,
and chipping away at
my ever standing yet meager defenses.
But, at Home, worries of failure lose value
in the ever familiar wind of calmness
enveloping the place claimed as my own.
The cruel world, who thrives
off unforgiving people
is nothing to Sacred Home,
soother of the tormented soul.
As I breathe in her lovely musty scent
pacifying memories of what’s really important,
entertaining birthdays, happy gatherings, and loving goodbyes,
help me finally understand Home Sweet Home.