poetry class

This semester I took a poetry class. Since I am a creative writing minor I wanted to take the class because how much more creative can you get than poetry? At first it was really difficult. We had to analyze poems by famous poems and then write our own poems. Not only did we have to write our own poems but we had to share them with the class every week. This was kind of intimidating at first because the topics we were given were sometimes personal or sensitive points in our lives that we had to write about. But as the class went on it became so much easier to share, we all knew that we could trust each other and no one would criticize any one's work. So since I spent a lot of time on the poems I decided what better place than to share them with other people through my blog, so here are a few of my favorite ones (keep in my the topics came from other poems we used as spring boards):


Dental Assistant

It’s just perfect I will spend this summer
At work. The constant changing of rubber gloves
Will surely dry my skin up like a raisin as they did all winter.

There will be no sand to clean out of my car
Shoes or bathing suit, just the remnants of
Lunch stuck to the braces of the adorable patients
Who have no clue how disgusting their mouth really is.

How grateful I am to not have to worry about getting tan
My chalky white skin will survive another year without
Sun block. The blinding lights over the patient chairs
Will be my only hint of summer sunshine and luckily
They aren’t very bright.

Why would I want to worry about being bit
By sand crabs when I can have the little darlings
Take a bite out of my fingers with their sharp,
Seashell like teeth whenever I want.


Angel

"One female angel dancing alone in her stocking feet"
Twirling around and around in perfect
Circles that create a matching halo on the floor.

Her chestnut brown hair
Floats through the air, her eyes shut
tight, arms straight out behind her.

Pink dress and hair ribbons
Among the wind she's creating, tiny wings
flap happily like a dog wagging its tail.

And her white lace stocking feet
Help glide her across the floor making
Sure no force could ever stop her.