Prose

Prose poetry is something that I am still attempting to grasp. These are two attempts I made for my creative writing class. Both very different. Honestly, I like the second one a LOT more. I wrote it once I had finally gotten into the mood to write poetry. The first is basically me rebelling against it :P. Alright well here goes.

It is like…
By Diana Weber

Imagine trying to put a kitten in a bathtub
Its claws like tiny pins
Teeth like a bear trap
Desperate attempts to claim freedom
From the terrifying pool that awaits

Imagine the smell of coffee in the morning
Strong, bold, refreshing
Now try putting that in a box
All the while with the intention of retaining its original persona

This is how it feels to write prose poetry
It is a battle with nature
It is like trying to capture the spirit of the subject
Like catching smoke in your hands

Eternal Sleep
By Diana Weber

If my fingers are cold, I wouldn’t know. They lost their feeling long ago. Their color is pink, this I can see, because it matches the hue of the only remaining light, slashed into pieces by the branches on the trees. The trees themselves look sad, like a peacock robbed of its crowning glory. There is no snow on the ground, not even a promise of moisture from Mother Nature, only the wind, biting and slapping, then rushing away before it can be rebelled against. Yet I am strangely content to stay and experience all the harsh, yet peculiarly striking sensations of this night. While my sense of touch has long since gone to sleep, all other senses seem to be at the height of their interest. They struggle to experience every possible tangible aspect of this night, experiencing it in ways outside of their usual. The way it tastes like silence. The way it sounds like ice. However, as the beauty of this night quickly fades, along with poor touch, they too must go to sleep.

Ways to Love (Or not)

So I have finally decided to embrace my inner writer and I am taking a creative writing class :) One of our first assignments was to write a sestina. I know, its a funny word.
"The sestina is a challenging form in which, rather than simply rhyming, the actual line-ending words are repeated in successive stanzas in a designated rotating order. A sestina consists of six 6-line stanzas, concluding with a 3-line “envoi” which incorporates all the line-ending words, some hidden inside the lines. The prescribed pattern for using the 6 line-ending words is:"

1st stanza 1 2 3 4 5 6
2nd stanza 6 1 5 2 4 3
3rd stanza 3 6 4 1 2 5
4th stanza 5 3 2 6 1 4
5th stanza 4 5 1 3 6 2
6th stanza 2 4 6 5 3 1
envoi 2--5 4--3 6--1

 ..... Yeah. So. Without further ado. My first attempt at the art that is Sestina.

Ways to Love (Or not)
By Diana Weber

I cannot love you always.
I cannot love you. Never.
I cannot love you just once
I cannot love you again
I cannot love you now
I cannot love you, then

I loved you then
I loved you always
I loved you now
I loved you never
I loved you again
I loved you once

I will love you once...
I will love you then
I will love you again
I will love you always
I will love you never
I will love you now

I will never love you now
I will never  love you once…
I will never love you. Never...
I will never love you, then.
I will never love you always
I will never  love you again

I have loved you once again
I have loved you until now
I have loved you always
I have loved you, once
I have loved you since then
I have loved you never

I love you never
I love you again
I love you until then
I love you now
I love you for once
I love you always

...never...now
...then...again
...once...always