I have not been in my craft room in about 7 days. I was gone over the weekend, so didn't get any crafting done, but had a great time with my niece and nephews. (Ask me sometime about Noah and the lemon pie.) I hope to get in the room tonight. Saturday I will be making cards with a great group of ladies at my friend Christine's house, so that will definately give me my fix of crafting!! I can't wait. After that I won't have time again until Thanksgiving. (I hope my boss gives me that Friday off too.)
Today I was looking through some poems I had written back in high school for a Creative Writing class my senior year. I loved that class. It was so easy to sit down and whip out a poem or 2. Can't do that now, I can barely write on my blog without errors and many many rewrites. (So far this post has taken me over 9 minutes to write.)
Here are some of the poems I came across today. Enjoy.
Raindrops on the window
Lonely nights, alone with my memories of friends passed on and of dreams forgotten.
Sitting in the dark watching the raindrops on the window.
How could I have gotten through those years without my family and the mercy of the Lord.
Helping me with struggles that seemed beyond my control.
And I know that if my family is gone, the Lord will always be there when the rain drops on the window.
We’re all excited to start,
when we’re young and not torn apart.
We love riding the big yellow bus,
not caring if anyone is staring at us.
Then we get to junior high,
wishing the years would really fly by.
We worry about who’s cute and who’s not,
thinking the weather wasn’t that hot.
Finally on to the senior year,
dreaming of life and a successful career.
Only to discover that it was joke,
life is so bad it will make you choke!
(I got an A+ on this one. lol)
Pieces of Humanity
Sometimes unnoticed, they play a part in life, untouched by any words.
They fall from the face of a mother as she cradles her child.
They glisten in the eyes of a bride as she walks down the aisle.
They stream down the cheeks of a widow long forgotten.
They roll from the eyes of a young man as he heads off to war.
They are the framework of the world, and remain a symbol of humanity.
Here is one my teacher did.
I climbed onto a glazed doughnut
I climbed onto a glazed doughnut,
To taste its sweetness
My appetite was larger than my stomach
I took three bites
Lost my foothold
Fell through the hole
Broke my leg
So much for love.
-- Written by Bernard Gerzevske, Creative Writing Teacher, Plainview High School 1991