Word of the Day: pastiche-an artistic work in a style that imitates that of another work, artist, or period.
Hi, procrastinators!
So today it occurred to me that I keep talking about writing like I'm an all-knowing expert, yet haven't actually posted any of my writing yet. I'm not quite ready to share my major works yet, but I did write a poem that I didn't think was too bad, if I do say so myself.
Before I share, let me elaborate about my inspiration for this work. This poem was an English assignment, in which we had to create a pastiche of "Invictus," which I've pasted below.
Hi, procrastinators!
So today it occurred to me that I keep talking about writing like I'm an all-knowing expert, yet haven't actually posted any of my writing yet. I'm not quite ready to share my major works yet, but I did write a poem that I didn't think was too bad, if I do say so myself.
Before I share, let me elaborate about my inspiration for this work. This poem was an English assignment, in which we had to create a pastiche of "Invictus," which I've pasted below.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
I had no idea what to write about, so I resorted to scrolling through my old photos for help. I've got some pretty weird stuff hidden in my "iPhone Photos" folder, and was hoping I could find something entertaining in the process.
Finally, I found a picture to write about. I'm not really big on posting pictures of myself on this blog (ironically, since I'm a big fan of the selfie), so I'll just share what was in it.
It was from sophomore year, and it was of me and three other girls under a blossoming tree that, if memory serves me correctly, failed to give me allergies. We're holding hands, and we're all hunched over, as if we're getting ready to jump, or just landing from a jump. We're all giving giant, Crest commercial smiles, and we look really happy.
That day, we were working one of the seven or eight projects we had done together. It was pretty late in the school year at that point, so we'd gotten to know each other really well. I considered them close friends, but when the last days of school dwindled down, I realized that we were all going into different programs and courses, and that we would get split up for good, and that even if we did see each other, it wouldn't be the same. :( The feelings I had that May were what inspired this poem. I hope you like it.
Finally, I found a picture to write about. I'm not really big on posting pictures of myself on this blog (ironically, since I'm a big fan of the selfie), so I'll just share what was in it.
It was from sophomore year, and it was of me and three other girls under a blossoming tree that, if memory serves me correctly, failed to give me allergies. We're holding hands, and we're all hunched over, as if we're getting ready to jump, or just landing from a jump. We're all giving giant, Crest commercial smiles, and we look really happy.
That day, we were working one of the seven or eight projects we had done together. It was pretty late in the school year at that point, so we'd gotten to know each other really well. I considered them close friends, but when the last days of school dwindled down, I realized that we were all going into different programs and courses, and that we would get split up for good, and that even if we did see each other, it wouldn't be the same. :( The feelings I had that May were what inspired this poem. I hope you like it.
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Were worth finding three new allies.
We knew we’d be split at one point
But May snuck in, to our surprise.
We admired the beautiful tree,
With light blossoms that fell below.
As we stood, she said to us three,
“Let’s take a picture before y’all go.”
Sentimentality took root
In the place where stress mixed with bliss.
We grew sad, thinking of the dispute,
The hard work, and laughs we would miss.
Her mom, hands steady, watched us squat,
Join our hands, and leap up, away.
As we fell down, she got the shot-
Us, midair, and happy that day.
Were worth finding three new allies.
We knew we’d be split at one point
But May snuck in, to our surprise.
We admired the beautiful tree,
With light blossoms that fell below.
As we stood, she said to us three,
“Let’s take a picture before y’all go.”
Sentimentality took root
In the place where stress mixed with bliss.
We grew sad, thinking of the dispute,
The hard work, and laughs we would miss.
Her mom, hands steady, watched us squat,
Join our hands, and leap up, away.
As we fell down, she got the shot-
Us, midair, and happy that day.
What did you guys think? Should I share more of my writing? Should I share more poetry? Poetry isn't my forte, but if you liked it, I've got some more (school mandated) poetry saved in my Drive, waiting to be shared. Comment your thoughts below!
I don't have any more homework, so I'm going to bed. Good night, procrastinators, and good luck with your homework.
T
I don't have any more homework, so I'm going to bed. Good night, procrastinators, and good luck with your homework.
T