Poetry project
I'm beginning to wrap up my project for my long poem class.
Instead of writing a single long poem (like William Carlos William's Patterson - I couldn't even get through it!), I'm writing a book length story (in shorter poems) that shows the cycles of mania and depression of bi-polar disorder. (Hey, maybe I will make some use of my psych degree) Even crazy, they're still dirty poems with lots of sex. And I try to give the narrator nearly every ailment possible, she may contract smallpox and lose a limb from gangrene next.
Of course I cheat and use some rewrites from the stuff I wrote as an undergrad, but there's no way my professor will ever know.
Other projects in my class: poems based on the creation of earth - from Dante and the bible, the life of Shakespeare's character Desdamona, and the portrayal of social issues using a hamster and his young adult owner.
This is a revision of something I wrote for an assignment during my B.S. It's based off a poem I wrote off of a poem another girl originally wrote. Stacy (the other poet), was a really good writer, but annoyed the hell out of me with her clean-christian-pureness. So I dirtied it up.
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Between the Seats
As the boy tugged tirelessly
at the Cross Your Heart clasp
I felt comforted by the label
(I am a good girl)
and his inexperience
I waited, wanting
to rip the bra from my breasts,
fling my nearly-nude body
through the unlocked door,
dance across the car’s hood, screaming
"I am still a virgin!”
Instead, I remain poised, appropriate
for the backseat of an ’87 Escort.
Asleep, my right arm tucked
under my semi- horizontal form,
my neck cramped in a way I knew would ache
for days.
Instead of writing a single long poem (like William Carlos William's Patterson - I couldn't even get through it!), I'm writing a book length story (in shorter poems) that shows the cycles of mania and depression of bi-polar disorder. (Hey, maybe I will make some use of my psych degree) Even crazy, they're still dirty poems with lots of sex. And I try to give the narrator nearly every ailment possible, she may contract smallpox and lose a limb from gangrene next.
Of course I cheat and use some rewrites from the stuff I wrote as an undergrad, but there's no way my professor will ever know.
Other projects in my class: poems based on the creation of earth - from Dante and the bible, the life of Shakespeare's character Desdamona, and the portrayal of social issues using a hamster and his young adult owner.
This is a revision of something I wrote for an assignment during my B.S. It's based off a poem I wrote off of a poem another girl originally wrote. Stacy (the other poet), was a really good writer, but annoyed the hell out of me with her clean-christian-pureness. So I dirtied it up.
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Between the Seats
As the boy tugged tirelessly
at the Cross Your Heart clasp
I felt comforted by the label
(I am a good girl)
and his inexperience
I waited, wanting
to rip the bra from my breasts,
fling my nearly-nude body
through the unlocked door,
dance across the car’s hood, screaming
"I am still a virgin!”
Instead, I remain poised, appropriate
for the backseat of an ’87 Escort.
Asleep, my right arm tucked
under my semi- horizontal form,
my neck cramped in a way I knew would ache
for days.