Poetry, like all art forms, is designed to be shared. My goal for this blog is to have a place where students can post their own poetry, either from themselves or from other writers.
As in my class, I don't believe a student should have to produce something unless the teacher is willing to give it a go themselves. So here's an excerpt from a poem of mine entitled "Death of a Writer". It's a bit too wordy for my liking, but that's a weakness I'm working on - how to balance between style and meaning.
Midnight’s tides roam free within the writer’s tortured mind
Crescent moon of blood-turned-white caresses each dying page.
At desk in darkness shaded, quill and ink held at ready post, This writer perceives within the gloom the breaths of deadthless grins.
Pushing through clouds of ideas hidden with the anguish black
Twisting through rows of paled-horse laughs
Drawing forth the calls of a raven’s jet black plume
For all that lies within this quill escapes the raptureless gloom
For within lighthouse-search through dark and meager gloom
The writer finds inspiration called forth from mind’s golden loom.
