Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Together, Alone

The rain falls upon me like an ocean mist,

I miss you, marching on alone.

Street lights in the distance give a yellow glow,

I never should have left you alone.

I walk through the streets in the dark of night,

the stars in the sky are not so alone.

Cold winds push me away,

I made a decision to be alone.

I regretted the decision, immediately,

outside your door I stood alone.

With each step the distance between us grows,

you’re fast asleep in your room alone.

How I wish I could tell you how I feel,

how quickly we are both, together, alone.


For this poem I chose to write it as a ghazal, which is defined as five to twelve loosely related couplets. I chose this form because it fits almost perfectly with what I am trying to say in the poem. The book states that ghazals are often the focus of “unsatisfied romantic attachments” which is exactly what this poem is about. When someone reads this poem I want them to really focus on the fact that the two people in the poem are both alone, even though it’s what neither of them one. Neither of the two people in the poem are satisfied with what the resulting end is. Even though you only get the one person’s perspective, the fact that they are both alone hopefully portrays that neither person is satisfied. Repeating the final word at the end of the second line in each couplet is another key feature in writing a ghazal. I tried to do this with the word “alone” although I feel like it was overkill. I considered switching the final word at the end of each second line to be “together” but I wasn’t sure if this was allowed based on the form I chose. Maybe I could write a second poem about the same story, only have it focus on the idea of being together. My execution for this form is far from perfect, but I think what I have follows the guidelines as to what a ghazal is fairly well.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

OBX

Playa Colorada

By Peg Boyers

It was a beach

like all beaches, only perhaps more beautiful.

And the sand was pink not red.

We would arrive in caravans,

hampers overflowing with food and drink

like Aziz and his party on the way to Malabar.

The colonials and their servants away on an outing.

We would stop under thatch umbrellas,

towels and tablecloths spread out against the sea.

My mother in her skirted swim suit

surrounded by fathers of other children,

her olive skin lit through her straw hat.

They would laugh and drink beer

and leer

while the children did the usual beach things,

boring futile tunnels to China, running

at waves and then away,

daring each other to be swallowed.

I would go out by the forbidden rocks and pick off oysters,

then give them to the men to pry open,

cover with lime juice and suck dry.

Once, I saw my mother sucking

an oyster out of another daddy’s hand.

Her dappled face bobbed and smiled and her tongue

searched the shell for pearls.

Peg Boyers, "Playa Colorada" from Honey with Tobacco. Copyright © 2007 by Peg Boyers. Reprinted by permission of The University of Chicago Press.


OBX

Summer and sand

Salt and the sea

Water as clear as could be

Towels bleached by the sun

Surfboards covered in wax

We all lie out and relax

Tents provide shade from above

Sandwiches and soda enjoyed

Then the boogie-boards are deployed

Skin transitions to a shade of dark

Yellows and oranges and reds

The sun slowly falls behind out heads

And so it ends

Another wonderful day with friends

All in a summer beach day

Gessner Reading Review

On the way to the reading at Foster Auditorium last night, I had no idea what to expect. I had never heard of David Gessner before and had absolutely no idea who he was. All I knew about him was what was included in the short summary on the blog page for class. Apparently he was into ultimate frisbee so I had a feeling he would be a cool dude.

I thought his reading was great. I found his writing to be more relatable than the Tayari Jones reading so I paid closer attention this time. My favorite part about his reading was his comments on hypocrites, and more specifically environmentalists. The way he spoke and wrote about the environment gave the impression that he was very grounded in his personal opinions on the topic. He took a very realistic approach to dealing with the environment, which was a nice change of pace from what one typically hears from all the tree-huggers out there. This isn’t to say I think Gessner is a tree hugger, but I think it still applies. I like how he knew what he stood for and didn’t try to sugar-coat it.

However, I thought his comments about dealing with his editor conflicted with this. When it comes to the world of professional writing I know next to nothing about it. So when he said that the editor is always right, I thought that was somewhat strange. We touched on this topic a little in class today and Ms. Grollmus did provide some information on the subject. But it still doesn’t make sense to me that Gessner can go out on a canoeing adventure and experience all of these wondering moments and thoughts, only to have his publisher tell him what he can or cannot write in reflection.

The actually story of his book were pretty cool too. The way he just went out on a canoeing trip and was able to find so much inspiration in three short days is amazing. All in all I liked this reading a lot. For not knowing what to expect I was pleasantly surprised by David Gessner and his writing.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Today is the Day

Today is the day

Be afraid, bad things are to come

It will cause you great dismay

For there will be no more rum

Simba will not return

Yesterday’s mistakes, you owe a debt

You never seem to learn

When it comes to fate don’t take the bet

The sky will fall upon you

Darkness will rear its head

You will step in poo

By the end of this day you will be dead