Poetry

Danger! Danger, Will Robinson!
This poetry contains possible cliches, angst or sheer corniness. Proceed at your own risk.

Yes, this is the obligatory poetry page. Like every English major, I secretly wanted to be a writer/poet. The only excuse I can offer for my poetry is that I took two poetry classes (with Professor Seay, for those of you who know the English faculty at Carolina) and the poems did get better. Not that this is saying much, considering how they started.

Anyway, we'll start the festivities with some of the poems in my portfolio from the second class. I called the portfolio Virgin Screwdrivers because I found that amusing. Also because my poems are kind of like orange juice. Smooth, occasionally sugary, occasionally full of lumps you can't really swallow, but more or less wholesome. They're also chock full of Vitamin C.

I-40 - This is a poem about driving. It rhymes!
The Taking of Carcassonne - This is a poem about a castle in France. Hopefully, the rest is self-explanatory. It also rhymes, but it uses more slant rhyme than regular rhyme.
Soliloquy of the Happy Hour - I read WAY too much Robert Browning around this time. It shows. But at least it doesn't rhyme.
The Outer Banks in December - It's about the Outer Banks. In December. It doesn't rhyme either.

Unfortunately, I haven't written much since then. Oh well. These are two of the things I've written that I kinda like.

February - It's short and it doesn't rhyme. Saying anything else would kinda take away the point of writing the poem in the first place.
Anniversary - This poem is not about whoever you're assuming it's about. I made it up. Poetry does not have to come from real life. *gasp!* But whatever. It also doesn't rhyme.

NEW! 02/28/2000 Unnamed Almost-Sonnet - not enough feet to be pentameter, but the rhyme scheme is sonnetlike. It's the first poem I've written in two years, so don't expect too much.

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