Poetry Assignment 3/2/2014

This week's assignment was about things I remember. It could cover any time in my life, dream, reality, whatever. As long as every line began with "I remember". It didn't have to rhyme or flow well, but I did the best I could with both of those anyways. Here ya go.

I Remember

I remember long walks in the evening, with lilacs in full bloom
I remember the smell of kindergarten, tempera paint all over the room
I remember that mom loves white heart candies at Valentine’s Day; she gets them every year
I remember making gifts by hand, their recipients grinning ear to ear

I remember the first boy I kissed. We’re still friends to this day
I remember the first girl I kissed. We don’t talk, but it’s better that way
I remember the handwriting of all my friends, in second grade, fifth grade, ninth
I remember the names and faces of all of my teachers, even the ones I didn’t like

I remember my first Potter books; he’s a part of me that will never die
I remember my first Disneyland trip; I was twenty years old and I cried
I remember my first library book; many followed as I got older
I remember when my books fit in one bag, and now I’m a book hoarder

I remember when I was pregnant; I grew bigger every day
I remember when he was a newborn, and how I’d hoped he’d stay that way
I remember the little things; his freckles, his smile, his touch, his frown

I remember as much as I can, as long as I write it down

Poetry Assignment 2/14/2014

This was a repetition exercise. I needed to have repetition in the way lines start and flow, as well as the rhyme scheme. It's so cheesy that it actually kind of makes me sick, but whatever.

I am a mom; my son is my life
I am a woman, and I am a wife

I’m the kisser of knees, and the maker of beds

I’m the reader of bedtime stories, in a pile to be read

I am a writer; words are my art

I am dramatic, and I take things to heart

I’m the drinker of coffee, and the lover of pages

I’m the champion of naps; I can sleep for ages

I am a cuddler; I love to snuggle

I am a student, and I’ve learned to juggle

I’m the giver of hugs and the fixer of toys

I’m the mom who does what she can for her boys

Poetry Assignment 1/25/2014

I was told to list 45-60 words that resonate with m; words I can say with conviction and feel in my heart. Then I needed to take at least seven of those words and write sentences with them, showing what they mean to me and how I relate to them. After that, I needed to write a few lines of poetry using one or more of those sentences or ideas. Poetry is not my thing, but I'm working at it slowly.

List of words: 
books coffee read peaceful alone learning teaching growing motherhood laughter closeness family
holiday longing writing together surrounded chaos beautiful wonderful memories happy mountains love
life time changes crazy habits anxiety summer daydream childhood energy husband musical tired
distractions marriage words friend delight bookshelves pages trust comfort nature remember
knowledge introvert

Seven words and sentences: 
1) The pages of my books are what an oversized sweater would be to most people—they keep me
warm, they keep me safe, and they give me the comfort that no human interaction could ever satisfy.
2) I can talk to customer after customer at work without a problem, but the anxiety that overcomes me
every time my phone rings is crippling and sickening.
3) Motherhood is a lifestyle, not a curse; it is a blessing, not a job.
4) I wish coffee gave me as much energy as a three minute nap gives my son.
5) I’m tired of being so tired; I can sleep for 12 hours and feel like I never went to bed.
6) As an introvert, I don’t crave human interaction; but that doesn’t mean that I like to be alone.
7) My family are my friends, and my friends are my family; genetics don’t mean anything when it comes
to the people you love.

Lines of poetry: 
The pages of my books are what an oversized sweater
Would be to most people—
They keep me warm
They keep me safe
They give me the comfort that no human interaction could ever satisfy
I treasure the written word
As if it were so delicate that one day
It might just disappear