VIRB

On April 17th, a lovely Thursday afternoon around 12:30, I finished my first Creative Writing class at Flagler College with Professor Carl S. Horner. It was an experience I won't soon forgot, neither for my sanity nor for my future writing endeavors, and I wanted to share some snipits of what I learned.

We had to turn in a final poetry manuscript with eight poems. Here are a couple for reading pleasure:

[What The Ocean Said]

Sandals are poor for this type of climb,
A climb over history and seawall,
But we prevail with the conviction of the young
Our breath bursts, explodes in laughter and burns through our chests

The master in the sky paints a rhapsody in soft pinks
Reds
We can never remember which way the sun should set,
But the colors clash and mingle and it never mattered anyway

The ocean speaks to us in whispers we taught ourselves to hear
Soon a journey of the mind will overtake us
Soon we will forget what we've learned from her
She, our sister in nature and love

Teach us one more lesson,
Before those who have our purse strings in their teeth
Can take us away

Tell us how
We like to believe in things we never see
Our minds
Our gods
Our love
To think and never know how
To pray and never get answers
To kiss and never ask why

Danger lies in passive living
Think for the purpose of life, progression
Pray for the exultation of voice, connection
Kiss for the joy of nearness, companionship
And always
Always ask why

[Progress]

All I see are headlights,
Going back the way I came,
With the open road before me,
Laid out like a deadbeat boyfriend.
I'll drive all over you.

My radio screams
Dancing Queen
So loud I can't even hear my staggered,
Excited breath as it pushes through my lips
And gets pulled back again
In quick gusts to satisfy the eager churn
Of delights and dreams
Scattered across my dashboard.

I see mile markers rush together
Meld with each other
Make love with one another
365...372...381...
And I see the remnants of state road 95 disappear behind me,
My accelorator hums along with ABBA,
Thrill me.

And the moon lights the road
The stars peek, whisper through a skylight
That has never seen a night more pure
And I hit the back button on my over-used CD player,
Washed again with the notion that yes,
I can dance, and yes,
I can jive, and yes,
I will have the time of my life.

[...for the life of me I can't find the title of this one..]

The Lord
Our Savior
Our One True Queen
Got sassy with me this afternoon

I simply said I wanted spring,
for it was sunny,
the middle of June

She scratched her white,
enlightened head
and turned to me with eyes of flame,
and spoke words I cannot relate.

Their Language fails me now.

Today I chilled down to my bones,
Our sassy Lord did turn it cold
and though my sweaters are packed away,
I wrapped myself in a holy trinity.