I've already put them up on DevArt and my Facebook page (bluuuh), but I wanted your guys' opinions, if that's alright. Please bear in mind, these were written in less than 10 minutes each
Last week, during reading week, there was a Poetry and Performance Workshop with a visiting lecture that I attended (I was one of only three who did! Shocking tut tut), and yeah, after discussing what poetry is, and what's good or bad in a poetry performance piece.
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I Can't Imagine It
There are two sides to me - which one is me?
It's hard to imagine; one place is mindset and so is the other.
I'm like a sheep
Following the flock, no questions asked.
Therefore, if I ask no questions, I will get no answers.
So how can I know?
I can't possibly imagine.
Trapped in my own head between these two places.
Is it home or away, and which would be which?
I'm asking these questions but I am not questioning.
It's hard to imagine this me from that me,
I'm so confused, so far away.
I must trudge on, this is a new place.
I'll be a good sheep,
But on the way I'll find a new me,
To add to me collection of mes.
(Our stimulus was a random line from a random poem - "Here it's hard to imagine London Me or Liverpool Me"
Basically, what was going through my mind when the Workshop leader sprung it on us that she wanted us to write a poem was how difficult m transition from not only young life to uni life, but Kuwait life to London life on top of that.)
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Bonfire Night
Bonfire Night.
What a night.
You might associate that phrase with, "Cor, what a great night!"
You'd picture raves and parties and music
And dancing around a well lit fire
With fireworks dotting the sky in the place of stars.
What a night, right?
Picture instead, three friends misinformed,
Wandering the streets in search of this night
Hoping to use the expression themselves the next day.
Strolling through busy shopping streets,
The sound of fireworks prominent in the air,
But no warm glow to be seen anywhere.
They give up and sit and wait for a bus.
In the chill of the night, they huddle together
Then rejoice at the sight and the sound
Of the fireworks at home.
Home to which they are now returning.
What a night, eh?
(Ha. I don't think it needs much explanation. That's what happened to us on Bonfire night XD)
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Unnamed Poem
I left you. You left me.
Your eyes, the shape of your chin,
The softness of your voice and lips.
They're gone.
Like a river we have parted.
It was not my decision to leave you, but this place.
This place was standard, old and familiar,
You were new and exciting.
You made me fell, got me to explore
Thins I would never have experienced, places I would not have gone.
It is time to move one, but I don't want to.
"Come with me, go with you
To mine or yourn new place."
We became a part of each other and that will remain.
A part of me, a part of you.
Perhaps someday we will meet again at sea.
Remember that.
(This one is very personal. This was drawn from my separation with my first and thus far only boyfriend. Yes, I did love him. I still do. When I performed this, apparently I looked uncomfortable...and it worked. It must be because it was a very sensitive topic. We parted on mutual terms, i.e. I moved to England and he moved to Canada.
I miss him.)
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That is all. Hope you like. ^^